It’s deep winter and the seed catalogs are piling up, waiting to be perused. As if we were still living in an agrarian society. Even living in a small city like ours, we still find ourselves part of this annual rhythm. Gardening, by the way, is one topic you can discuss wherever you go among Friends.
I am one who has moved about within northern climes, where we have times we cannot dig in our soil. Where we must sit by the fire, figuratively or literally, before the seasons of planting and then harvest. Where we might, as we do in New England, discuss what we’ll order before the maple sap starts flowing. The seed packages will arrive, we’ll get out the grow lights and trays for sprouting, and eventually transplant the seedlings – all while dreaming of harvest. Real tomatoes, anyone?
From STILLWATER