I am getting ready to go out to the gardens for the first time this week. I know what to expect.

After all of this rain, there will be a remarkable, magical transformation. Everything will have exploded and grown as tall as anything in the Giant's garden in that folk tale of the Goose with the Golden Egg.

I am also heading out to pick up some flowers from Susan Iglehart in Glyndon. Every February, she plants seedlings of all sorts of annuals, perennials, herbs and vegetables and sends her "friends" a list of them. We choose what we think we want and she has them ready for us in May.

Of coarse this is another kind of Christmas morning. I can't remember what I ordered in February.

Photo courtesy of Susan Iglehart's Flowers