I found a bucket of old seeds in the shed. When I say old, I mean pushing a decade. But I’m an optimist, so I planted anything that should be planted in autumn, whispered an incantation over the veggie patch and crossed my fingers. The optimist in my failed to note what I planted where (thinking I would remember), thus several weeks later I’ve no idea what is in there. I think the first to raise their little green heads above the soil is a colony of dill, but only time will tell if that is correct. I’m ever hopeful that more tiny vegetables will emerge in the coming weeks.
Growing things from seeds is such a gratifying process, especially when they germinate and grow quickly like sprouts. Pop them in the jar, water them every few days, watch them with a smile, sing to them and before you know it the little brown seeds have become a micro forest of green. They sit on my kitchen windowsill where I can observe their progress multiple times a day. It makes me happy to enable such verdant, vibrant growth.