I adore garden catalogs. Back before I had a garden, I pored over garden catalogs as if they were aspirational reading (correction: from the time I was a child, I was always growing something. What I meant was when I was still growing perennials, trees & vegetables in containers on a balcony and not in the ground–although that too can be a perfectly good garden if you’re happy with it. I wasn’t.)
I learned most of my botanical Latin from poring over these same garden catalogs. It just sort of stuck with me.
But these days it seems, like so much else, the catalogs not only arrive earlier and earlier and they practically promise harvests before things are planted.
And then there are microgreens. Plant today, harvest this weekend ( well, not quite, but almost. In most cases, you can begin harvesting by Monday.)
And of course with hoop houses, poly tunnels and the like (never mind our changing climate patterns) we plant earlier and harvest later than ever before.
There is still a reason that I live in a place with seasons, particularly as I age. It’s to give me a rest. I don’t want to garden year round (other than in the house, with my collection of hundreds of house plants).
So while I adore seeing all the seed and plant catalogs come in, please do not expect me to placing tomato seed orders before New Years. Let me finish out one year before I begin thinking of the next.
Gardendaze 