this time of year the ground crunches as you walk. even in texas.
40 years ago, in bridgeville california, I loved junk mail – it was printed on cheap paper which burned easily, so served as kindling for the stove and fuel for the outside heater – a 25 gallon lube barrel from an abandoned log head.
I no longer enjoy junk mail… but do love the seed catalogs. Generally I avoid the big name places – folks you know of if you aren’t a long timer gardener.
Even with this mild texas year I rely on catalogs for bathroom reads; fireside dreams…