Oh, February. For gardeners like me, it’s probably the most agonizing month of the year. Why? Well, because it’s been ages since we’ve been able to get our hands dirty.
Months since we’ve seen anything green growing in our gardens.
And far too long since we’ve been able to dig down deep and savagely rip those pesky little weeds out by their roots (which we may or may not be pretending are the throats of the people who make us mad).
But it’s not quite time to start hoping for spring and the pale green shoots that accompany it. Almost, but not quite. So what’s a gardening fool supposed to do? Peruse gardening porn, errr, plant catalogs, of course.
That’s just what I did last night. I had a big stack of glossy magazines, which I reverently opened one by one, reveling in the riot of color that greeted my flower-starved gaze on every page. By the time I was done, I had mentally spent about $567483902.
In actuality, of course, I didn’t spend a thing. But here, for your viewing pleasure, are a few of my favorite theoretical acquisitions from White Flower Farm.