However, I would love the prospect of sharing my heirloom seeds this year, above my own palate's satisfaction. My garden isn't (merely) my vanity. My garden is about educating the children. It's about preserving a method of gardening nearly extinct. It's for something larger than myself. If all I receive this year from it is the opportunity to share, then my garden is a success. I know that I won't be limited to that. I haven't been already. It will be part of a larger story. This year will be a harvest primarily of seeds. Next winter and spring will be about a season of sharing. For that, I can look forward to a delight. Normally, my season of anticipation is winter for the upcoming summer. This year, my anticipation is in the summer for the upcoming winter.
Who knows? I don't even have the beginnings of the fall garden yet. 2013 may yet be a remarkable year all around.