The ice is here, and the rain chain tells the story. Birds fly from the bird feeder stations to the rain chain for water.
After watching them for awhile, what else is there to do but order seeds?
Then, the phone rings. My non-gardening best friend (NGBF), Aimee, calls and says “What’cha doin’?” Normally she’s at work by this time, but they were told the roads were too bad and not to come in.
I tear my eyes away from the computer screen and try to concentrate. “Uhm, I’m buying seeds. There are so many choices I have a headache, and I’m only looking at three catalogs. Make that four.”
She starts to laugh. It’s not that funny, I think. I probably have eleven catalogs from which to choose.
“So, what will you grow this year?” she asks, but I know she doesn’t really care. Her dad was an herb farmer, and she got plenty of experience, but little desire in the garden department.
“I’ve spent too much,” I say, sounding frantic, “I must consolidate orders. I need to check for any seeds given to me by friends and companies for duplication. I’m about to tear my hair out if you want to know the truth. Too much choice. Too many decisions.”
She continues to laugh. Then, she, who is a director of refugee re-settlement, talks about her poor refugees stuck in the Ft. Lauderdale Airport due to bad weather. I try to listen, but my eyes keep looking back at the screen as if I were a teen boy playing a video game. Finally, realizing what I’m doing, I minimize the screen to avoid distraction. The tabs are open to Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds, Southern Exposure Seed Exchange, Botanical Interests (the company with the best seed packets) and R.H. Shumway’s (check out their Land of the Giants Kids Garden). Never mind that I was going to buy fewer heirlooms. I really want that ‘Dragon Tongue’ bush bean. I must have the ‘Chinese Red Meat’ radish.
I listen. Aimee finishes telling me about her day, and then she hangs up still laughing. Although it was a nice break, she knows I can’t wait to get back to the seeds.
Because it’s an ice/snow day at school, one by one, my children walk in. Should they have a caesar salad for lunch? What’s for breakfast? The first is from my almost eleven year old who got up at 7:30 a.m. The second is my teen boy just rising. I ask Bear what she wants to grow this year. She says “Watermelons.” (Dang, watermelons are sometimes hard, but I say O.K.) “Pumpkins.” (They take up a lot of room and need lots of compost, I think, but again, O.K.) “Radishes.” I tell her about the ‘Chinese Red Meat’ radishes.
She says “cool-i-o”, her new favorite word. I hit buy and fill out the information.
Then, I get off the computer and start being a mom again.
The seeds can wait.