Wanting and Having

I pine for a garden. Not a real garden, mind you. Not one with weeds and gray cracked soil. I want the kind of garden you think of while sitting on a futon in February. Such a garden is all vibrancy and sweetness and peaceful toil. It is, I suppose, a more lively alternative to rose-colored glasses, and more forward looking. In real life, I have three flowering plants: two 3'' primroses I bought from the grocery store (for $1!) and a red geranium from home. They are not best pleased with me; they want nurturing. Yet the geranium has bloomed all winter.