Seed packets manage to seduce me in double quick time. I go to the Co-op for a pint of milk and before I know it I've also bought three packets of seeds. I go to the garden centre for some compost and I'm drawn to the racks of seed packets like a moth to light. I flutter helplessly in front of them all, mesmerised by the colours and the promise of it all. Its a bit like the magazine syndrome. I only have to see a packet of seeds and I immediately go off into a daydream, create my own magazine spread in my mind. I see a beautiful courtyard full of huge pots brimming over with colourful flowers, herbs and edibles, see myself sitting amongst it in the sunshine drinking coffee/tea/pimms depending on the time of day, idly doing a bit of deadheading or harvesting fresh salad leaves for my lunch/dinner.
I am such a daydreamer, I have never met anyone so disconnected with reality as myself (with perhaps the exception of my paternal Granny, who was scatty beyond belief). I somehow convince myself every year that by buying the seeds in March/April, I am actually going to end up with a maaarrrrrrrrrvelous garden full of flowers and produce. I forget that the packets of seeds sitting in a pretty blue bowl in my kitchen actually have to be planted and tended to. April and May come and go and the seeds continue to sit prettily in the kitchen. I look at them every day, think how pretty they all look, think to myself I really must get them planted. June arrives and suddenly a bit of mild panic sets in. Several packets of seeds are now no longer viable for summer of '08 as I've not planted them in time. But no matter, they will keep another year.
I get busy with the seeds that I can plant now in June. Aren't seeds an absolute marvel of nature? It never, ever fails to amaze me that these little unpromising bits if stuff will manage to know what to do and grow into plantlets. Produce flowers. They delight me, really they do.
I have my Little Buddy to help me. We plant yellow beans and purple beans, little fingers pushing the seeds down into the soil.
Nasturtiums and sunflowers next, grow, little seeds grow.
We go and check our seeds every morning, look hopefully for signs of growth. Water them and talk sweetly to them. Sing to them even. Grow little seeds, grow.
We have dreadful weather, wind and rain and cold, not summery at all. We continue to water, talk, sing and look. Then one morning when we are out in the yard in our pyjamas doing our early morning rounds, we spot little green shoots pushing through the soil. Little Lady (and Mummy) start clapping and jumping up and down. We are thrilled, honestly thrilled.
There's nothing more promising than a little green seedling is there?