dioptase
Veteran Member
It's odd, but ever since this spring I've had this urge to acquire seeds, seeds, and more seeds, whether by purchase or by seed saving. This goes beyond my on-again, off-again normal "Let's try a different variety of xxxx this year and get some seed for it." It's more like "I'd better get this seed NOW before it's too late." I've bought seeds for more different things than I possibly have room for (several kinds of peppers, tomatoes, lettuce, greens, beets, some onions, snow peas, melons, and things that I have never grown before (from seed, or at all): seed garlic, seeds for potatoes, parsley, thyme, dill, broccoli, celery, winter squash. I saved seed from a new lettuce which I got at the nursery this spring. Right now I'm eyeing the blooms on the garlic chives and the apple mint (as though I couldn't more easily propagate the mint from cuttings), and wondering if I should save the seed from those, too.
It's not just seeds, either. This year we had to dig out (to remove redwood roots) all of the raised beds in the kitchen garden. In the process I was going to entirely get rid of the oregano, since it is so invasive and I hardly use it. At the very end I relented and saved one small piece of it, which now is a nice sized plant (sitting in a one gallon nursery pot). Am I going to use it? Unlikely, yet there it is.
The image of that old woman in the Mad Max 'Fury Road' movie keeps coming to mind - the one with the satchel of seeds Keeper of the Seeds. (I hope I don't have to emulate her, Keeping the Seeds in an apocalyptic wasteland, or even worse, end up like her!)
It's strange, and I have to wonder if this renewed and stronger urge to acquire and hoard seeds is just due to the stress of this year, or the strangeness of the times being chewed on by my subconscious which is spitting out the drive (imminent dam collapse, pandemic, peace treaties, and the upcoming Feast of Trumpets = save seeds!), or if there is something (or Someone) else at work here.
Anyone else feeling like this? Any thoughts?
It's not just seeds, either. This year we had to dig out (to remove redwood roots) all of the raised beds in the kitchen garden. In the process I was going to entirely get rid of the oregano, since it is so invasive and I hardly use it. At the very end I relented and saved one small piece of it, which now is a nice sized plant (sitting in a one gallon nursery pot). Am I going to use it? Unlikely, yet there it is.
The image of that old woman in the Mad Max 'Fury Road' movie keeps coming to mind - the one with the satchel of seeds Keeper of the Seeds. (I hope I don't have to emulate her, Keeping the Seeds in an apocalyptic wasteland, or even worse, end up like her!)
It's strange, and I have to wonder if this renewed and stronger urge to acquire and hoard seeds is just due to the stress of this year, or the strangeness of the times being chewed on by my subconscious which is spitting out the drive (imminent dam collapse, pandemic, peace treaties, and the upcoming Feast of Trumpets = save seeds!), or if there is something (or Someone) else at work here.
Anyone else feeling like this? Any thoughts?