This post is number 35 in a series.
Moonflowers. Hyacinth beans. A Mandevilla I got from the big garden on Saturday. A sweet-scented white-flowered shrub that makes glaucous, dark-blue berries, nabbed from friend Cini’s terrace.. My own cannas, years old. An Ipomoea, ditto. And a tomato from somewhere down in Puglia that stays green and has a firm, juicy texture and wonderful flavour.
I love sowing seeds. There’s such promise in them. And such difficulty in keeping away for a few days, because watched seed pots are like watched kettles, But then there’s that bulge in the surface, and something emerges, and all’s right with the world.
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I’m glad you still get the opportunity to watch seeds and plants grow, even in the absence of a ‘proper’ garden. Witnessing any seed germinating is wonderful, but when it’s one you personally chose and placed, it has a very special magic about it.
One of those vital human experiences I never get tired of.
Thanks Rebsie. I wish I weren’t quite so busy these days during hours of daylight, or I’d document their progress as well as you have yours.