Burpee is the Devil. They send me an email and I dutifully begin to put things on my wishlist, which, so far, consists of peppers that range in color from white to purple, a mix of hot peppers, string beans, blackeyed peas, cucumbers, cantaloupe, snow peas, pumpkins, tomatoes, catnip, coriander, basil, oregeno, sage, rosemary, thyme, sweet marjoram and the flowers… oh the flowers I would buy if wishes were horses and beggars would ride.
Morning glories, foxgloves for the bed shaded by the holly tree, lavender, French marigolds, blue-eyed daisies, painted daisies, old-fashioned dahlias, hollyhocks, galliardia, rudbeckia, multi-colored echinacea.
I want my yard to look like a cottage garden puked confetti on my lawn. Right now, though. I kind of want it to look like that right now. It’s only the 6th of February, but already this winter seems eighty years long. I will now pay for something to bloom in my yard.