Horticultural Hoarder

I admit it, I'm a hoarder, it's a sickness. But I'm not your typical rubber-band-balls and other-people's-photographs kind of hoarders. I hoard seeds...hundreds and hundreds of seeds that are slowly losing their viability, tucked into small cardboard boxes and catalogued by alphabetical order and preferred sowing date. Parsnips? When am I ever going to have the time, soil or climate for parsnips? And just how many colours of tomato do I need? Let's face it, I've only ever managed to grow cherry tomatos until now. The rest die an early death at the hand of my nor-westerly wins and casual watering routine. But it doesn't matter, I love them all...the shapes, the colours, the varying sizes and (often unfulfilled) promise of potential bounty. In fact, after all these years of shaking that box of seeds around from house to house I now have an envelope labelled 'random peas and maybe lettuce or coriander'. THAT's the envelope I'm planting out this weekend...before the next order of seeds arrives in the mail from Diggers ;)