Matter of fact, it has caused a whole different version of S.A.D. to begin to form. It's a new disorder that may only affect me and other gardeners. It is: Seed Acquisition Distress. I am truly sick with this. I'm surprised that the internet hasn't melted down with all of the seed sites I've been visiting. And still when I finally give up and walk away (because something/someone in my home requires me to make them food) I am so distracted by what seeds I should purchase that I can't concentrate (resulting in slightly burned hamburgers). My young daughter is a gardener in training. That's why it was so disheartening to me when I heard her angelic voice say, "Daddy, is it normal to carry around gardening gloves in the middle of winter?" To which my husband answered, "Only for your mother, honey." As I entered the room I caught hold of my little girl and said, "A good gardener always knows where her gloves are." She answered, "I know where my snow gloves are, do you?" Darn!
