Seed Catalog Dreams
Dec 07, 2021
3 minutes
By Ramona Scarborough
In the 1950s, Vancouver, Wash., the town where I grew up, had dark, dreary, extremely rainy Februarys. But that month, I would hurry home from school to check the mailbox. On weekends, I would open an umbrella and sprint out to meet the mailman.
“Waiting for a letter from your sweetheart?” he teased.
“I don’t have a sweetheart,” I said.
“So what are you anticipating? A big check?”
“Nope, the Burpee Seed Catalog.”
That catalog was better to me than Valentine’s Day cards. When it finally arrived, I slowly turned the brightly colored pages.
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