Sitting on the porch in the soaking sun while a football game is happening (the ball is getting worn smooth, not so good for ‘gripping’ and catching, so they put a thin layer of honey all over it. Said it works great! hmm…), I'm loving these library magazines. Pages of gardening goodness, and there are more where these came from (and I don’t have to pay for them!).
Yesterday, I sat at a friend’s dining table, drinking well water from a pint jar, turning the pages of an heirloom seed catalog. (You know it’s a good friendship when there are art supply catalogs and heirloom seed catalogs side-by-side on the table!) Oh, my, such goodness, there. Especially when the seed has it’s story still attached, the story of how it came to be saved through all these years. She and I circled and starred and dreamed. And looked out the window at her still-sleepy terraced garden and quiet greenhouse.
Soon. Very soon.