I've ordered seeds for my garden.
I'm not particularly sure I'll be able to make them grow.
I flipped through the seed catalogs
day after day.
Outside it is cold,
and the snow comes down.
In the catalog, plants push their way through the dirt,
leaves and buds pouring outward.
Color.
Life.
All at the promise of
warmth.
I ordered (not caring whether I could actually make them sprout):
Zinnias, Snapdragons, Strawflowers, Sunflowers, and Hollyhocks.
Marjoram, Thyme, Basil.
Huckleberries, Pumpkins, Squash, and Tomatoes.
The seed packets will come in the mail.
I will put them in the fridge.
And then the dirt.
And water them too.
And
some of them
will
grow.
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