Winter may be the cruelest season, but not for the expected reasons.

Cold? Yes.

Icy? Yes.

Dreary and gray?

Again, yes. But the real nadir of the season occurs when our seeds arrive.

The mailman delivered our stash of High Mowing Organic Seeds yesterday. Visions of French breakfast radishes, dark green zucchini and straightneck summer squash now dance in my head.

Depending on the weather, we might — might — get to break garden ground in late March. Until then, we’ll noodle around with our crop rotations and pray for an early spring.

After all, a girl can dream.