The Garden

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.