Winter dreaming

When the snow is deep and the days are cold and dreary, the garden porn starts arriving in my mailbox. Every year, it never fails.

Oh, the colors! Oh, the varieties!


Also, without fail, every year I dream while my garden sleeps through our long winter. I dream of a perfect garden, without weeds or pests. I dream of earthworms and ladybugs. I dream of wet toes as I walk through the dewy grass in the morning, and bowls full of green peas and sweet, juicy raspberries.


I want to order one of everything in those catalogs, because this year, my garden will be perfect.