seedswapRainbow chard. Black Plum Tomato. Dwarf Blue Kale.

My name is Susan and I am a seedaholic.

As I type this, my bounty from the seed swap lays like a blanket across my legs. (Much preferable to the real blanket that again smells faintly of dog. He’s been sneaking up on the couch again.)

I have 4 varieites of kale. Eleven of tomato, this being a pale shadow of former glory days when I collected heirloom tomato seeds and had over 250. Still, eleven is deeply satisfying.

I started out with maybe 8 packets of seed. Some Italian parsley – none of that frivolous turpentine overtoned curly allowed in this house. Basil, lettuce leaved so it’s big enough to wrap around a fig or cherry tomato with a bite of Buffalo mozzerella. Tuscan black kale for making proper riboletta soup.

If you think I’m being a bit…obsessive…I assure you stop short of rolling in them naked. Just.

So while my selection was choice, it was meagre.

Then I heard of the seed swap being held in my neighbourhood.

Sunday dawned cool and windy but snowy gales wouldn’t have kept me home. As it turns out, other gardeners felt the same, and a small sociable gang met in a backyard to discuss seed potatoes and trellising zucchini.

It was awesome.

Did I mention the green onions? The red onions? The plethora of beans and peas and winter squash? My eight multiplied to fifteen to…well, they’re all mine now.

We all went home much richer.

Best of all, the excess – oh yes, there was a treasure trove still left – was donated to the Backyard Sharing Program and the neighbourhood group. Not only did we share our extras with each other, we helped the local community and gardeners city-wide.

Don’t take my word. I mean, I’m pretty honest but I do tell the odd white lie.

Hold a swap yourself. You too will be richer for it.

P.S. Thank you Michael Barber for hosting us!

This is a guest post from Susan Carey, an active gardener and confessed seedaholic.

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