Over the weekend, I was in the basement cleaning out files and came across a paper bag full of vegetable and flower seed packets that I had accumulated over the years. I'm dumping the unplanted seeds into a collective paper bag, which I'll take to the compost heap when I've finished the task. I'm recycling the paper seed packets.
I know, I know--some of the seeds may be viable, but in my experience, seed viability diminishes quickly for garden seeds, so I'm not going to bother to pot-up the seeds and then be disappointed when germination is spotty or nonexistent. And, In fact, that's part of my point in posting this blog entry.
Now, I have a sad perennial garden that's overrun with weeds, into which I fit a few tomato plants each spring. How did I ever find the time to create this extravagant annual flower garden 14 years ago--at a time when I was also still running at least three evenings a week? I'm 14 years older, discouraged by the incessant press of weeds, groundhogs and deer, and I have a lot less physical energy (I naively never imagined this would happen to me). It all contributes to diminished expectations in my life in general.