Twelfth Day of Christmas

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…

twelve seed catalogs!

 

…eleven no great big hawks!

…ten tufted titmice!

…nine frogs a-croaking!

…eight vultures circling!

…seven spiky yuccas!

…six types of milkweed!

…fiiiive! naaaative! plaaaaants!

…four hummingbirds!

…three moorhens!

…two mourning doves!

…and a replacement for a Bradford pear tree!

 

Seed catalogs are the great glory and bane of my existence. I can sit in a hot bath with a cold bottle of cider and a seed catalog and not get out until the water is tepid and planting eight packets of forget-me-nots seems like a good idea. I highly recommend Prairie Nursery, Plant Delights, Niche Gardens and Baker Creek Heirloom Seed catalogs, but frankly, there are no BAD seed catalogs, just catalogs from bad companies.  (Spring Nursery, seriously, give it up.)

Our poor hero is getting pretty battered at this point, isn’t he? I promise it’ll come out all right in the end. But you probably should check back for the day AFTER Christmas, just to make sure…