Seeds are a psyop.
I tear open a little paper packet. Inside are some grains of expensive dirt. The packet assures me this dirt is not ordinary dirt, however. No. This dirt is MAGIC dirt. If I put this magic dirt on top of some ordinary dirt, add water, and stick it in the sunlight, a plant will happen.
Sure, Jan. I think you're gaslighting me with your "magic dirt" nonsense. But whatever. Let's go.
Today I planted four flats (192 cells) containing, collectively:
I also planted spinach (outdoors) and American bittersweet, wild rose, and Osage orange seeds in separate pots. I don't know if I can get the last three to grow from seed, BUT WE'LL TRY.
The list of seeds I have that go into the ground once our last average frost date is past includes but is not limited to:
(I don't like lettuce or cabbage, so I don't grow them. Broccoli and I don't get along. I may or may not buy some Brussels sprouts plants if they are on sale.)
Plants I still need to buy include:
All growing from little packets of magic dirt. What a con job.
I have grown some form of food from seed my entire life. Even when I lived in a studio apartment in a major city, I had serrano peppers and mint on my windowsill. I've done this for over 40 years. One of my earliest memories is sitting in the garden while my dad showed me how to plant corn.
I still don't believe in seeds. But I plant them anyway. August always proves me wrong.
Anyway, seeds: 0/5 stars. Just an envelope of dirt you put on other dirt and a week later the Plant Fairy brings you tiny plants. Clearly a scam.
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