……mine Postman bringeth.
I only talk like this in the winter or during catalog season.
My Mother and I used to have a friendly contest to see who was lucky enough to get the first seed catalog in the mail. I seem to have won every single year. I guess that could have been because I sent off for as many as I could on those little cards where you circle all your choices. Shhhhhhh. She doesn’t need to know this.
When the seed catalogs arrive, I breath a sigh of relief. Spring will come. It has to. I have orders to send off.
And with those orders comes the hope of a new year. A glorious year! It will be THE year! A garden to do anyone proud. Pristine rows of fresh grown, wholesome vegetables. Not a weed will be allowed…….
Yep. This will be my year………….for sure.