At Nancy Nightingale’s today we planted out more bulbs, dug up dahlias for their winter sojourn and said “NO!” and “DROP IT”, on repeat, to Scooby the puppy.
Whilst stuffing the compost bin with the defunct dahlia vegetation, I rescued some seed heads, certain that my collection needed a boost. Which of course are the thoughts of a delusional idiot. Still, it makes no difference, room for another little bag and they will happily join the throng. When I got home I (unusually) remembered that I had stuffed them into an empty Gladious nanus bag and then into my handbag. I tipped them onto a piece of printing paper and started to process them, breaking open the pale husky layers to reveal the dark potential within. The problem is, where do I stop? I have plenty sorted, more than plenty if I were to be honest. But there is a nagging voice whining in my subconscious; what if one of the rejects, the seed not yet in the “to be dried and stored” pile is The One. The outstanding specimen, the one that folk will swoon over, will arm-wrestle each other just to get a glimpse, who will remortage their homes for a slender tuber. But can I be bothered to continue my search on this dismal afternoon when a new novel beckons and the chance of dahlia breeding superstardom is slim?
Luckily there is a handy equation to help in such trying circumstances:
For those of you unaccustomed to the intricacies of pure mathematics/high-faluting nonsense, I will simplify it for you. The amount of seed extracted equals the potential for a humdinger divided by ennui.
A few more wouldn’t hurt. You just never know. And I can always share my treasure.
Off The Edge Gardening 
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So what you imply is that this post would be more appropriately-titled “Non-decisions”. Or, maybe, “Decision” (singular) as you (arguably) did make one decision. Which was not to make any decisions.
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Missed you x
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I was never very good at equations but even though I have getting on for 60 dahlias I cannot throw seeds away. I shall be growing more next year with the excuse that I will give them away or sell them at the gate but they are all beautiful, every one and each one is different. And I shall probably shoehorn them in somehow.
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You do not surprise me! Would you like some of this seed?
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No thanks my dear, I have about 6 tons of my own.
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😀
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Enjoyed this post 😊🌸🌺 Thankyou.
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Thank you for saying. 🙂
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I should save the equation 🙂
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You are the professional!
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I would like to know what the new novel is that’s keeping you from the lure of more seeds!
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It is called At Swim, Two Boys by Jamie O’Neill. I needed a downstairs book and found it in a pile with no recollection of where I got it from. Perhaps the book fairies left it for me. Sounds interesting though, we shall see.
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It’s a book that has been highly praised. Happy reading!
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Nice post, made me smile! Maths was my worst subject at school, but I totally understand that forumula. I seem to be doing the same with Calendula seeds.
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Always good to get a smile, and very pleased you understand the formula. Happy sorting!
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Maths never my strong point though I did have to do Standard Deviation for clinical papers, at least that’s what I think it was called. Your formula looks far more impressive, did you have to count the seeds for an accurate outcome or just make a well educated guess?
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When I could not bear to discard any of the excessively abundant Amaryllis belladonna seed I collected while deadheading, I just found someone else who wanted ‘some’. Well, he got ‘somewhat’ more than ‘some’; but hey, it is not my problem now. Is that cheating?
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