Seed Gathering Detour

I’m a freak. We had our annual Forth of July party on Saturday. We have a lot of friends and neighbors over. Around 100 of them.

This means days—sometime weeks—of preparation. Our party is held outside, of course. It’s hard to light sparklers and piccolo peets in the house, and the water slide just doesn’t blend with my carpets.

The problem with having the party outdoors is: It happens to be in the middle of my garden.

Why is this a problem?

Well, it’s not so much a problem with the location as it is with me. You see, while trying to get my party chores done, I get sidetracked. That’s right.

My neighbor popped in to see if there was anything he could do to help and there I was bent over a paper plate squeezing seeds out of the dried head of a columbine flower. I had absconded with the plate from the party stack I was supposed to be arranging on the table with all the other paper products.

Table? Oops I forgot to set it up.

Where were those darned paper products and plastic utensils anyway? Who cares?

I had been to busy looking for labels to indicate which columbine seeds were going in which container. The napkins I was supposed to put in those cute red white and blue galvanized buckets sure do come in handy for transferring the seeds to their containers.

My main concern with setting up the Slip and Slide was where the excess water would go. I wanted to make sure it was maneuvered over to the dry parts of my lawn.

Oh. And right next to the dry lawn were those gorgeous seedpods of my white Nigella. I wonder if I should cut them off and put them in a paper bag or just squeeze them directly into an envelope?

My husband wanted to make sure everyone had nametags like Hello my name is Chigiy.

Hell, everyone knows everyone else, why do they need nametags? I think they would be better as “Hello My Name is Nigella” or “Hello My Name is Columbine.”

I can just stick them right on the seed envelopes.

I did find the plastic cups and they were perfect for collecting all my different kinds of calendula seeds. I was filling out the nametag
“Hello My Name is Calendula” when my husband came home with a car full of ribs and corn and put the kabosh on the whole thing.

The next nametag that I filled out was “Hello My Name is Mud”

Stumble It!

Comments

[Yolanda Elizabet]

LOL, what a seed collecting party pooper your hubby was on that occasion. ;-) Fun story and it could have happened to me too.

[chigiy]

Yolanda,
I am too ADD to ever do just one project at a time.