The Year I Gave Up the Garden

I ordered the Baker Creek catalog this year in a terrible act of masochism. This is the epitome of garden porn. Other catalogs are great and will provide you with more than enough seeds to work with no matter what your zone, but this one takes our modern fetishization of heirloom to a fever pitch. I will start nothing from seed this year, dammit, and I have more than enough seeds leftover from past years for a year of giving up gardening. I will not get the savagely thorny but yummy Morelle de Balbis berries or try the Belize Pink Heart tomatoes from the "quaint mountain town of San Ignacio, Belize," which probably taste no better than Better Boys or whatever plum tomatoes I can get at Home Depot, but which sound so cool at a potluck. I'll just use it to torture myself.