Today all the seeds I ordered arrived in the mail. I am EXCITED. We are going to have a decent sized garden out in the country at our friend's place. I ordered everything from this great seed supplier in missouri that specialize in heirloom seeds. Looking at all these seed packets gives me the same feeling I get when I'm in the bulk spice section at the grocery store or at a market buying trinkets in a foreign country. I see the potential of the purchase extending beyond what is in my hands. I feel rich because I have the ability to transform this material into something else which has value that extends beyond what I paid for. We're going to get a truckload of compost and manure. I remember when my parents were first putting in our garden at home and my mom was obsessed with enriching the soil with any and all kinds of animal poop. We had chickens, rabbits, goats, a cow, a horse, etc. but the ultimate was when she convinced my dad to get some elephant and tiger shit from the circus that came to town. At the time I thought she was crazy. Now I see she was smart.
