The Seed Catalog

burpeecatalogHere we are in the dark of winter, and on my desk I have the 2009 Burpee seed catalog. I am paging through gorgeous scarlet tomatoes (“slicers,” as my father used to call them), crisp green lettuce and cucumbers, berries and melons bursting with juice. And then there are the flowers—pansies with teddy-bear faces, dazzling marigolds, ruffled pink begonias and old-fashioned truly blue bachelor’s-buttons. More and more of my garden is being given over to herbs, too, partly for cooking, partly for scent, and partly just for pleasure—basil and dill, oregano and Italian flat-leaf parsley, lavender and peppermint and rosemary and rue.

I love reading the seed catalog in the middle of winter and dreaming of summer gardens. What better expression of faith could there be? As with all versions of scripture, however, the seed catalog can be contradictory: this year’s cover veggie is a “seedless” tomato, which one grows by purchasing (very expensive) seeds.

1 Comment

  • Alex Moore

    i can’t help it. i always dream of the coming season. my dad tells me, ‘stop wishing your life away’ (which is wisdom i always pass on, whenever there’s a chance), but the truth is: dreaming is so much fun. (and oddly enough, is usually pain, sweat, and tear free!)

    i’m planting a million poppies