Dreaming of summer gardens

The ground is covered by a blanket of white - a blanket that was freshened today by a light layer of flurries.

I've been shopping at the place I call the Outdoor Mall - it's not a mall, but it caters to outdoors people like farmers, hunters, and gardeners. I purposefully avoided the garden section: they had the seed display out already! I could hear them calling me....

Daisy, come here! Look at the seeds! Dream of summer! Tomatoes! Squash! Peppers! Beans! Come dream!

I resisted. Dreaming in the presence of seeds would mean buying, and buying too much, I'm sure. I have a plan; I'm working slowly but surely on procuring the right tomato plants for the new plot, the good beans for the old standard place, and the right peas for their new home - the former home of the tomatoes.

I resisted - this time. But next time, I'm not so sure I can stay away. The seeds of summer are calling me!