This year I've gotten the native plant bug, and I've started native plant seeds this year by winter sowing them in milk jugs. I've also ordered several native plants for my shady areas around the north and west side of our new garage. There's still more plants I want to order, and need to do it soon, but I'm running out of money! Lousy low-paying housekeeping job. Quite a few of my milk jugs have sprouted, some haven't sprouted and may or may not ever sprout, and others are just starting. I bought a bunch of little pots to plant all of my new babies in to give them a chance to grow some before I plant them out (plus, the beds aren't ready and most likely won't be for a couple of months), and whatever I don't plant I hope to sell. Or give them away. I'm so excited I've pretty much ignored writing my novel. But that's nothing new. My novel usually takes the back seat to my gardens during this time of the year, and then in the fall and winter it gets attention again.