Hoarders: The Seed Edition - Horticulture

Hoarders: The Seed Edition

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I have purchased enough seeds, corms, tubers and bulbs for this year to keep a non-pregnant, in-shape, unemployed woman busy for eons. Is this part of the nesting impulse?

Bad to the phloem!

I'm certain I need an intervention.


Each purchase I make gives me the sense of accomplishment one might feel if they had made serious and tangible provisions for the future. However, I am having a hard time putting my socks on by myself.

Who am I fooling? How are all these plants going to get started? Who is going to dig the holes? Who is going to create my much over-schemed, super space age, Victory Garden of the Future on the side of the house?

I’m as hardy as a preggo gets, I enjoyed some snow shoveling during the blizzard... But I’m not certain I’m up for all I’ve set myself up for. All I can really do well is sleep and eat chocolate cake.

And yet when I woke up this morning, I wrote, cheerfully, on the edge of my daily Post-it Note to remember to track down those Sport Pepper seeds, so that in my spare time, I can pickle them and use them as a condiment on top of my Chicago Style hot dogs..... and complete my generous dahlia order.... Oh- and someone mentioned lily bulbs... I should get on that too...

Last year someone asked me to join a seed swap, and as a true addict, I said I really didn't have any to swap. At that time I wasn't really being hoardy, I truly didn't think I did have any... Like a cat lady in denial about the newest litter....

Then my eyes opened to the squirreled away baggies, Altoid tins, old medication bottles and paper bags filled with seeds around my home. Sometimes it's just a dried up ol' pepper sitting someplace, waiting to become seed stock... I have seeds like Scrooge McDuck has gold coins.

A dusty pile by the zebra and a pumpkin-on-a-stick lurking...

A dusty pile by the zebra and a pumpkin-on-a-stick lurking...

I begged a friend for these seeds, but now I won't use them because I'm saving them 'for good"...

I begged a friend for these seeds, but now I won't use them because I'm saving them 'for good"...

Bags and tins of unidentified seeds in our junk drawer...

Bags and tins of unidentified seeds in our junk drawer...

I've heard tons about the nesting impulses expecting mothers feel- but it seems I want to do all my nesting outside. I'm wired wrong, I'm sure the hormones are meant for me to make a clean and wonderful environment for my little kiddle on the inside of the house. Well, I'm not interested in that at all, as evidenced in the above photos.

I sure hope this baby likes lying in a 5 gallon tree bucket, wrapped in weed barrier and nestled on a roll of sod...