January spells excitement for home gardeners because that's when the new seed catalogs arrive. Vic shows no interest in them, but I study each catalog with care, planning out my year's garden in advance.
Each seed company offers at least a few seed varieties that are unique to their catalog, so I usually order from a selection of companies. I am utterly seduced by the delicious descriptions and sumptuous photos of all that fresh produce. I am enthralled by odd colors in familiar vegetables or the promise of a new flavor. I am lured by promises of improved productivity.
Vic becomes interested only when the vegetables are harvested, cooked and on his plate. That isn't to say that he doesn't help in the garden. He's a real sport when it comes to the heavy work of turning over the soil. He totes bags of steer manure for me and ties up pea vines that have grown too tall for me to reach. He helps with the harvest, too. But his main interest is in actually eating the vegetables. He leaves the selection of varieties up to me.