A Gardenerd’s Christmas List
Each year in late September, I get a familiar e-mail. It's from my mother and it goes something like this:
All right everybody, it's time to start making your Christmas lists. You're not allowed to buy anything for yourselves from September 'til January. Write it down instead and send it to us. You may see it under the tree in December.
Okay, let's call what I wrote above an amalgam of what my mother has said over the years. At this point the e-mail is much shorter. It just says, "Lists please!" Every year, I think two things. ...
All right everybody, it's time to start making your Christmas lists. You're not allowed to buy anything for yourselves from September 'til January. Write it down instead and send it to us. You may see it under the tree in December.
Okay, let's call what I wrote above an amalgam of what my mother has said over the years. At this point the e-mail is much shorter. It just says, "Lists please!" Every year, I think two things. ...