Over the last couple of weeks three very welcome packages have dropped onto our door mat. Firstly my Hardy Plant Society seed, secondly my Royal Horticultural Seed and thirdly my Hardy Plant Society Seed. Yes, so good they named it twice. For those of you not in the know, I will explain. Each year the HPS and RHS provide a number of packets of seed for their members, at a nominal cost, which you must select from a tantalising list of temptation. An additional option offered by the HPS is that for an extra £1.50 you can receive 20 further assorted packets. These I imagine are made up of the unloved, the lost, the underdogs. Surely this offer would be irresistible to any green blooded gardener? Well it is certainly is to me. It is like a horticultural lottery, who knows what the gods of chance will deliver to your muddy hand? What new chlorophylled delights will you be introduced to? And let us not forget that re-homing the rejected is a noble pursuit.
In the interim between order and delivery I invariably forget what I have requested. This is possibly because I have whittled my choice down from 374 “maybes” to the designated 20. You don’t always get your first choice as they are served out on a first come first served basis, so all arrivals have an element of surprise attached. The last package containing the truly unchosen is pure, random, revelation.
Today I sowed some of my new seed including the wonderful Clematis integrifolia. I have grown this scrambling clematis before, with its wonderful pixie-hat violet-blue flowers. The world definitely could do with a few more. Good luck little tadpoles!