It's hard to believe that this tired, dry bed was once lushly green. But it was, just a few months ago.
Like most gardeners I know, I've got a growing stack of seed catalogs by the side of the bed. And as I settle into my flannel nest at night I thumb through the pictures, in search of the perfect tomato; the striped zinnia which will look best in my vases; the cutest of the jack-be-little pumpkins. And as the cold settles in, I console myself with the thought that it won't be long before I can start digging in the dirt.