Seeds

I sing a little song with my Sunday School girls....

In the middle of a seed

buried deep so deep

a real little plant

lay fast asleep.

I tell the girls inside those little bitty seeds may be a beautiful zinnia,

or a radish,

or cilantro,

or a huge sunflower.

How neat is it to have a little black seed that looks like a speck of dirt

turn into moss rose,

or larkspur? 

I love seeds.  I collect them and save them from year to year.

I bring seeds home from New Jersey.....Colorado......Kansas.

People send me seeds, too.

Seeds from a friend's gardens make sweeter flowers.

Tonight when I mowed the back yard,

I left some little patches of henbit to grow

so they could go to seed.

All I want in the back yard is henbit and grass.  

Maybe some clover for Donut.

I've never ordered seeds from a catalog.

I've never needed to.

Because of our mild winters, most of my plants re-seed themselves

and multiply....whether or not I like it.

Take my 4 O'clocks.

REALLY.

Come and take them.

They grow like weeds in my front gardens.

As you see in the top picture, I have LOTS of seeds for this coming season.

I think I will put them in the back yard and they can go to town

 and not be in competition with anything,

 but the fence. They are the worst possible color in my book.

magenta

UGH

Do *you* order seeds?