But I did organize them today, as part of a labeling project that started when my dear sister Kathleen sent me a long desired label maker for my 40th birthday. My sick 4 year old son got even bigger thrills making labels, and so the cupboards were thrown open and the labelling began.
I would think that with my husband away in Australia on business (tasting wine, like that’s work!) and two sick kids and below zero weather, I would have been all over those catalogues, but I am reluctant to go there. I am hoping to downscale, to simplify this year, to make my life easier, not harder. This, I know, is not the goal of the people trying to sell me seeds. Apparently, they have all heard about me, the sucker for the funny name, the different color, the hard to grow, the almost extinct heirloom. I grew 12 different varieties of tomatoes last year, two of each, for redundancy, of course, and I don’t even particularly love tomatoes. Of particular concern is some man named Frank Morton, who breeds such things as Purple Peacock (a cross between broccoli and red kale), aurora orach mix, and a bazillion different lettuces, all the reddest, best, or brightest there is.
And if one is growing 4 different varieties of chard, or beets, or kale, or endive, then one starts to run out of room, and starts cramming in as many plants as will fit, and then, nothing really thrives, and even though you have two different colors of brussel sprouts, you never really wind up with any sprouts at the end of the season.
So, my intention is to make a chart of my garden, make a list of what I know I want, and only then, do I crack open a catalogue.