are starting to arrive, and that is a problem because, you see, I am an addict. Basically, I want one of everything--every bright flower, every juicy tomato, every green, crunchy lettuce. The irony of that is that with only two of us to feed, my garden is teeny tiny. But I am enamored with seeds just the same. All that life and beauty and potential packed into nifty little envelopes. Who can resist...especially on a day like today that is so chilly and gray and damp? I think I will brew a cup of coffee after dinner, curl up somewhere and start planning the spring garden.
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