Months since we've seen anything green growing in our gardens.
And far too long since we've been able to dig down deep and savagely rip those pesky little weeds out by their roots (which we may or may not be pretending are the throats of the people who make us mad).
But it's not quite time to start hoping for spring and the pale green shoots that accompany it. Almost, but not quite. So what's a gardening fool supposed to do? Peruse gardening porn, errr, plant catalogs, of course.
That's just what I did last night. I had a big stack of glossy magazines, which I reverently opened one by one, reveling in the riot of color that greeted my flower-starved gaze on every page. By the time I was done, I had mentally spent about $567483902.
In actuality, of course, I didn't spend a thing. But here, for your viewing pleasure, are a few of my favorite theoretical acquisitions from White Flower Farm.
This is a Baja Lily. Isn't it scrumptious?
These are Belladonna delphiniums. I've always had a soft spot for these beauties—even though they're ridiculously difficult to grow.
Check out these Hot Papaya coneflowers. I must have them for the name alone.
I've never traveled down Route 66, but if it looks anything like these Route 66 coreopsis, I think I should.
Banana Cream shasta daisies just sound delicious, don't they?
And that will conclude the flower porn edition of Wordful Wednesday. Be sure to head over to Seven Clown Circus to see what the other participants have to offer.