Sorted

At this time of year it is impossible to get anything dry. The washing, naturally. Rain soaked coats, of course. But more importantly, my seed for storage. The greenhouse, although wonderful in almost every way, is not the ideal place for dessication. The atmosphere is sodden, with odd drips and various leaks that I generally forgive and forget. However, this is not the ideal environment to prepare seed before putting them away til the spring. Which is why I bring them into the house to process and bag up.

Last year I had a mini-catastrophe. Laden with a tottering tower of various open containers, I stepped from outside up into the back room, tripped and the whole lot fell to the ground. Ripe words may have been uttered. The mess was swept up and a feeble attempt at identifying some was swifted followed by a temper tantrum. All was thrown in the compost bin in a diva-ish fashion.

Never one to knowingly learn by my mistakes, there was a certain jeopardy in today’s task, but I had put off my seed transportation for too long. I did however limit my load to just three punnets at a time, perhaps I am evolving into a sensible person. Time will tell.

This pot was marked as Dark, Dark Dahlia. As I sat, contemplative, extracting the nuggets of potential from their papery cocoons, I thought “Thank goodness I don’t do this for a living, I’m bored now.”. One down, a whole lot more to go!