Winter Garden
There is something special about seed catalogues. Somehow, even when you have only just gotten the garden off (meaning everything out that was in it, and neatly squirrelled away down cellar in jars and crates,) for the year a very few weeks before, no matter how tired of it you were at the time, they call you in to dream of yet another. (Garden, that is.) Or at least, that is what they do to me. And thence sprung a scribble of sorts, which you shall find comfortably planted directly below :) (Pun somewhat intended.) It makes a delightfully fun sort of a first-spontaneous-post-I've-done-in-positively-ages thing, and if you enjoy reading it half as much as I did scribbling it out, we shall have a happy day of it :) And without further ado and hoping there are not too many tragic spelling mustakes (like that one. Fear not, it is there on purpose, I CAN spell Mistake properly when I want to :P And also Mustakes sounds so frightfully Pi...
