Dreaming of green grass and gardens indeed. The seed catalogs have arrived. They started in November and there has been a steady stream in the mailbox in the last week or so. Just in time for the dead of winter with not a blade of green in sight. And long dreary overcast days spent pining over the array of colored flowers and those succulent vegetables and fruit. It's like teasing a toddler with a lollipop. Like offering ice water in the middle of the dessert. I'll be making my list and checking it twice.