Okay, I'll admit it.... I'm a seed junkie. I've been pretty good this year, limiting my time with seed catalogs and resisting the seed racks a Wal-mart (well...maybe one small packet of rosemary). I haven't even surfed Ebay for exotic seeds!
All of that self control came crashing down last week. After a few days of lovely Spring-like weather, it snowed! Amidst the cold dreariness, Spring fever broke out with a vengeance. It was a particularly virulent strain that was not at all cured by simply looking at catalogs... I was going to need something more...
Braving icy roads and frigid air more in keeping with early winter than near Spring, I made the 50 mile trek to Baker Creek Seed. Only a fellow seed addict would understand the feeling of bliss inspired by walking into a room with thousands of seed packets beckoning. Each innocent packet contains so much potential. Here in my hand is a whole bushel of crisp, sweet purple carrots. This tiny packet contains pounds of tangy, sun ripened tomatoes! How can anyone with imagination and faith that Spring will come resist?