Adventures of a Modern Day, Middle-Aged Hero, on the Glory Road(to family security)


The times, they are a changing.

I'm getting older.  I'm not quite yet 40, but sometimes it's the mileage, not the years. This was driven home to me yesterday, as I finally got a chance to sit down and start circling things and making notes as I flipped through the Territorial Seed Company catalogue that arrived in the mail earlier this week. 

Folks...I was more excited to flip that seed catalogue and start thinking about my garden, than I had been to start flipping through the big pre-Christmas Victoria's Secret catalogue they send me every year for 'planning my Christmas list'.

The hell of it, as my wife continues to lose weight, I'm way more likely to end up with a lady who looks like she belongs in the Vikki's catalogue than I ever am to end up with a garden that belongs in a seed catalogue.

Guess it's all just fantasy porn of one type or another...a plant that grows both tomatoes and potatoes....talk about setting an unfair standard for other vegetables....

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