One of the Syngenta Seeds bloggers (Rich Lee) has written a holiday poem that ties in the delivery of seed. Here’s an excerpt. You’ll need to go to Dirt on Seeds to read the whole thing.
It was the season before spring work; all is covered in snow,
‘tis the time we are frozen, when nothing will go.
The tractors are tucked, all snug in the shed,
in the hope that warm weather soon was ahead.
And dreaming of green crops and new record yields,
I could almost smell the dirt from freshly-plowed fields.
Read rest of poem