I can’t bear to buy flower seeds from anywhere else, when the lovely Ben from Higgledy Garden takes such care. He sends my seeds in delightful hand-written brown envelopes and he always includes a letter. I just adore him – and his seeds.
“It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in ’em,” said Captain Jim. “When I ponder on them seeds I don’t find it nowise hard to believe that we’ve got souls that’ll live in other worlds. You couldn’t hardly believe there was life in them tiny things, some no bigger than grains of dust, let alone colour and scent, if you hadn’t seen the miracle, could you?”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams
Rampant with weeds, the future spinach patch has loomed as a heavy cloud. But today I found the grit to clear it of unwanteds, rake it over, add some ash from the woodburner and some compost, free from the tip. Then I sowed the giant spinach seeds (which were actually quite small). At our old house I attacked the spinach with the strimmer each summer and up it would come again when the winter rains and cold came, lasting long beyond the spring. Keep your fingers crossed eh?