Turning the calendar

The golf clubs are in storage, the garden is sleeping, but the first harbinger of spring arrived on Saturday in the guise of a seed catalog.   Despite not being the first of my circle of gardening fanatics to receive said catalog it didn't dim my enthusiasm.  I daydreamed by the fire on Saturday evening, looking at new varieties, tools and equipment.  I won't start ordering until after Christmas, but as the cloudy, snowy days pile up, the anticipation of another season in the dirt keeps me going.  That and the promise of golf under the palms at some point....