Saturdays you can usually find me at the Capitol City Farmer's Market where I sell vegetables. Some days it's great. Others, a little slow. Right now, I'm trying to sell enough vegetables to pay for the hundreds of dollars of strange seeds I compulsively bought this spring. What was I thinking?
It's an obsession. I can't walk by a rack of seeds without grabbing a handful. They are all lined up so pretty with pictures of the potential harvest right there. By God! I can grow that too! Hundreds of pounds of edible goodness and pretty flowers packed into those tiny little seeds. And if they are on sale, which they are this time of year after the mad rush of April and early May by amateur gardeners, then I usually buy much more than I could possibly plant.