I’m starting seeds in my bay window and contemplating the mystery. Each envelope holds hundreds so tiny they are hidden in the seam at the bottom. The kit tells me to water the hockey puck pellets in the flimsy plastic tray from Home Depot, drop a few seeds onto each, scruff up dirt to cover, and wait. A few days go by and tiny green sprouts emerge. I’m amazed that it worked—really—with my helter-skelter sowing and scraping up dirt with a kitchen fork.
I even tried the garlic seeds I got from my friend Pete last fall—the Pete that now gardens in heaven with his Savior in a garden without weeds. Or winter and the need to start seeds indoors.