In the northern climate, our gardening season ends in October. We gardeners spend the next few months pondering what we did wrong, and planning for a better year to come.
In November, the seed catalogs start to arrive in our mailboxes.
As the bitter winds blow, and snow covers the ground, we sit in our warm houses. We sip coffee or tea, and take inventory of our seeds. We choose our varieties.
Do we want to grow beets again? Do we want to try to grow gherkins for the first time? What about those multi use peas we just read about? Could there really be such a thing as a blue petunia?
|Our garden plot, May of 2013|
And I know in my heart that this season will be the best season ever.
My eternal optimism tells me so.