A few years ago, a friend gave me a plaque with this inscription and a bag of muscari bulbs. I was struck, because I am by no means a holy roller, but I did hang the plaque on a wall in my potting shed. And each day when I worked in the shed, I stared at that nine-word phrase, and I gained a greater understanding of why I enjoy gardening. So, as my first post, I again look to that plaque as a starting point, because what better way to start than with a seed.
I love seeds. They come in all sizes and shapes, and each one holds so much promise of growth and color and bounty. My favorite part of winter is actually after Christmas, because that’s when the seed catalogs arrive. I spread everything, including myself, out on the living room floor, surrounded by pages and pages of color photographs and plant descriptions. I am like a child again studying the Sears and Penney’s Christmas catalogs. And after I go through the catalogs once, I start all over again. And let’s not forget about the free gifts. I would never purchase my own tomato seeds–but a free sample?? That’s a gift for me and for my father on Father’s Day. I make a wish list, and then edit it down to something that’s more manageable and realistic. In my head, I am a LAND owner. In reality, space and time are very real limitations.
Then the seeds arrive, some vacuum sealed in foil packaging, and others (the tinier ones) in a glassine envelope within the larger package (how exciting is that?). I like geranium seeds because they’re large and easy to handle. I especially love celosia seeds. They are very small, and look like minute beads of polished onyx. And while the snow is falling, and the winds are blowing, you can find me in the potting shed, getting my hands dirty in a bucket of potting mix, making plant labels, sprinkling seeds across the planting medium, watering them, placing the pots on heating mats, and waiting.
Like I said before, seeds hold so much promise, and all I had to do is provide an environment. Water. Heat. Light. Believe.