Growing seeds – just like having babies, really.

Once again there seems to have been an election sized gap between blog posts. Sorry about that. The good news is, the seeds I planted a few weeks ago are emerging from the soil like wispy blades of grass.

Not just a pretty stick

Not just a pretty stick

Carrots and parsnips are sprouting in wiggly lines (I could pretend this is to confuse the slugs, but really I’m just no good at doing things neatly. ) And tufty bits of greenery are appearing around the new raspberry canes  (along with the usual dandelions.)

However many years I’ve been gardening, I never fail to get stupidly excited about  seeds coming to life. I know that’s what they’re supposed to do – but it still amazes me how stuff that looks like grit from under the doormat can turn into plants.  Plus you can eat them. Unlike grit from under the doormat.

It’s a bit like having babies. Even when you’ve  had them before, it’s still just as amazing when you have another one. Admittedly, I’ve only got three. Perhaps by number 12, it’s like hanging out the washing.

Anyway, last weekend I got the red onions and spring onions in. This weekend I’m planning to get the potatoes in.  That doesn’t actually mean I’ll get the potatoes in.  I’m only doing King Edwards this year, because 1. We don’t really eat new potatoes 2.  I can’t be arsed / don’t have time to do any more.  And now that we’ve moved to Devon the kids are more interested in the beach than the allotment.

windowsill growingIndoors, and to Unhusband’s annual annoyance, stuff is sprouting all over the windowsills and radiators.   Unfortunately, I forgot to check how accurately the kids were watering the various pots and trays, so apparently all the windowsills now need sanding and repainting.  But at least we have loads of tomato, pepper , lettuce, artichoke and sweet pea seedlings – some of which I really need to move outdoors.  And this week I planted some climbing French beans – cobra as they seem to be so reliable and prolific.  The weather forecast looks great, so I reckon ignore the gardening guide books and get planting. I’m banking on there not being another frost ….

I’ve run out of plant pots now, but the recycling box always comes in handy.  And when that runs out, there’s always the neighbours’. I wonder if Monty Don has ever raided next door’s bins?


About Becky Dickinson

Mum of three. Writer, blogger, grower. Trying to keep my head above the compost heap.

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  1. I get excited too about seeds sprouting x

  2. I get excited seeing other peoples seeds sprouting up into life, next year I hope to have a potting shed and greenhouse and then I will be ALL over it too!

    Thanks for joining in m’lady!

  3. I’ve decided that there will be no more frosts! I just hope I’m right as I’ve been brave and got my seeds in an unheated greenhouse. It really is exciting to see seeds germinate and grow. It never ceases to amaze me that when combined with soil and water they just start growing.

  4. growing anything is exactly like having babies. that’s why i call them my green babies 🙂

  5. Recently, my bedroom windowsill has had so many seedlings and soil on it my husband was not happy, but needs must! It is so exciting that from such a tiny seed, you can get a plant and food, I find it incredible.

  6. I’m not very good at doing things neatly either. No matter how hard I try, I can never sow a neat line of seeds, there seem to be clumps of them instead! Nice to see someone else’s house full of seedlings in pots too 🙂

  7. I am chuckling at your post, a lovely read that’s made me smile! I am being lazy and buying plugs again this year. I do aspire to sowing seeds… maybe next year. I am busy growing my third baby, so I guess I can blame my laziness on not wanting to do too much bending over sowing? hmmm… Anyway, great to find your blog #hdygg

  8. We just moved house so I haven’t had a chance to grow any babies – that is plant ones! Fab how you’ve had the pots all along the window sills – uh oh I can see myself doing the same in the future.

  9. Thoroughly enjoyed reading this and find you thanks to Mammasaurus. I am now a new follower and on facebook too :). prior to living in France we also lived in Devon, two of our children were born in Exeter!

  10. I bet Monty does, but they just don’t show it on the telly-box! I think seeds are amazing too and can’t believe how every year they do this spectacular thing of growing! #hdygg

  11. Round about this time I find all the hundreds of tiny plants so very demanding. I’m ready for them to be outside, and I’m also banking on no more frost. No potatoes here either this year, we don’t eat masses of them, and I find them such hard work for some reason.

  12. Seeds are just magical, no matter how many times you see them doing their thing – and watching the kids get the same delight is just brilliant, I think secretly I’m the most excited one though…

    Your windowsills look like mine! And I too have ran out of pots – how does this happen every year? Why do I not learn and just buy some more?!

  13. I get so excited by seedlings, this year I’m doing well at killing them, grr!

  14. \lol at confusing the slugs, i sowed in straight lines until they started to sprout and realised i hadn’t

  15. What an inspiration! Great fun to read too. So glad to have found your blog, even if (or especially as?) you blog as infrequently as me

  16. i agree! the joy of growing things is new every spring.

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