Hi, My Name is Gypsy, and I’m an Addict

I paid for the privilege of becoming the member of another garden club/supplier/enabler today on the lure of ’12 free packets of seeds’ which, not surprisingly, also come with a catalogue, from which I will undoubtedly buy more stuff. These companies are pushers. They know I’m addicted and they take advantage of my sickness. But in my case the free ‘taster’ is a paper envelope of Thai chili seeds. My kids are starting to complain about the obsessive way I’m photographing my seed/seedling/gardens/windowboxes/rose bush collection from three different angles every time they see me unfold the camera bag. But, for the first time in a long time, I can see that what I’m planting now will have a future home in my garden in 10, 20, 50 years time. And that’s because MyMan handles the infrastructure – I just get the fun parts; planning, planting and gloating about my harvest before finally showing it off at the dinner table. Life is good…for an addict. In the meantime, I’m looking forward to receiving my 12 packets of: Thai & Hungarian Wax Chillis, Kentucky Wonder, Royal Burghundy & Rocdor Beans, Green Gem & Marketmore Cucumber, Hawaiian Sweet Corn, Cipollini Red & Yellow Onions, Sugar Loaf Cabbage and Purple Beauty Capsicum. And then, I will rationalize the purchase by comparing the results of one organic supplier against my usual heritage nursery with a few supermarket/Mitre10 varieties thrown in on top. Makes it sound like science then doesn’t it?