Now is the time of year the seed catalogs start to come. And boy howdy, did they come over Christmas break! It’s going to take a long time to sift through these and choose my seeds for this year. I’m thinking I will lean heavily towards annuals this year because my garden is getting full. I have already seen what my prized perennial will be for the year: Musa sikkimensis. It’s a Himalayan banana tree with maroon variegation! Can you imagine? Plus, it’s supposed to be at least as hardy as my Musa basjoo. I’ll post more on the sikkimensis when I order it.
For now, here are the catalogs I got while I was in Nebraska. This will be many nights of before-bedtime reading.
The first step towards getting better is admitting that you have a problem.
I suspect that you have quite a Jenga pile next to your bed by now!
By the way, is there something about Jenga, I don’t know? Every time my 20 year old son opened a gift this Christmas, he kept saying, “I think it’s Jenga?!!??!!”
Did you REALLY just say “boy howdy” ???
What did those folks out in the midwest do to you man?
Michele, I think you have to dig a little deeper on that one…
From 1981-1984, during Brad’s formative middle school years, the 2nd most popular phrase was “Boy howdy”. I think this, coupled, as it were, with one or more of the Duke boys, accounts for this problem.
Duke boys as in “The Dukes of Hazzard”? My grandfather used to say that I drove like Daisy Duke, but I was never accused of talking like the Dukes.
HEY – it all makes sense now – I bet that’s how Brad also learned to drive!
Let me know if there are any plants in your magazines that grow under any circumstances. Due to all my failures, the last time I filled my cart with flats of beautiful flowers to take home & plant . . . my son said as I pushed the cart to the register “How sad, the plants are all trembling.” I’m infamous for my mulch garden 🙁
Heh. Your son is witty :D.