Enthusiasm for seeds must be genetic…

I am a total geek when it comes to seeds. One of the highlights of my shopping year is when the seed catalogues come out and I can sit down in the evening with a glass of wine and a stack of them to pore over and covet. Once they actually arrive (cue much joyous “THE SEEDS HAVE ARRIVED” capering about the place), I get almost as much pleasure sorting the packets into my little seed box, which allows me to sort them by month sown. See? Geek. But I’m delighted to say that this kind of delight in seeds appears to be genetic! I was sorting my seeds near to GarlicBaby when he was playing on the floor and he was absolutely captivated by the packets. Admittedly he’s captivated by most new things that he thinks he’ll be able to eat (recently this category has included insects, cats tails and our dining room table) but he had an absolute blast sitting in a pile of packets And shaking them about like toys. Get ’em hooked when they’re young is what I say! Horticultural brainwashing starts young…