I know, its August. There’s two seasons yet to go before we get to spring, 2012. The bulb catalogues on my coffee table, however, are reminding me to get going or get left out.
You have to be a bit farsighted if you’re a gardener. In the midst of burned-up plants, hot, and humid weather, you have to force yourself to dream. Of tulips, daffodils, crocus, trout lilies, and all the other delights that come after a long winter.