In long, cold, February, the new garden catalogs start to arrive, and I find myself thinking all sorts of impossible things.
"I could grow asparagus, and broccoli, and yellow beans, and sugar snap peas, and green beans, and squash and zucchini...and fruit trees! And berries! And we'll have a flower bed here..."
When we all know that I'm a marginal gardener at best. Possibly improving a teensy bit each year. Come Spring we'll find out what actually made it through the winter. I'm a little worried about the trees, and the bushes I planted in front of the house, and the ornamental grass I got for my birthday and already replaced once. (The local garden store will give you another one, even if you kill it.)
But for now, I'm feeling optimistic, and making plans...have any of you started anything from seed? How'd it go? And do you have a good gardening blog recommendation? Just someone to inspire me a little, give me some hints.
Most of all, when the garden catalogs come in the mail and the snow is swirling outside, I think of this: (From "Emily Climbs" by L.M. Montgomery)
"I love a storm like this at night when I don't have to go out in it," wrote Emily. "Cousin Jimmy and I had a splendid evening planning out our garden and choosing our seeds and plants in the catalogue. Just where the biggest drift is making, behind the summer-house, we are going to have a bed of pink asters, and we are going to give the Golden Ones – who are dreaming under four feet of snow – a background of flowering almond. I love to plan out summer days like this, in the midst of a storm. It makes me feel as if I were winning a victory over something ever so much bigger than myself, just because I have a brain and the storm is nothing but blind, white force – terrible, but blind. I have the same feeling when I sit here cosily by my own dear fire, and hear it raging all around me, and laugh at it. And that is just because over a hundred years ago great-great-grandfather Murray built this house and built it well. I wonder if, a hundred years from now, anybody will win a victory over anything because of something I left or did. It is an inspiring thought.