I have a confession to make. I am in love: with seeds.  Just had to get that out. I am gaga for plants, I revel in tubers, rhizomes, and cuttings; but seeds are different. Seeds feel like wealth. They look like jewels. They taste like wellness. They grow with a passion all their own, guided by the mystery as old as the universe. I got into this deep love affair by growing herbs on my tiny balcony. Soon, it was community garden furor, with long, dizzying bike rides over the bridge to show my plot some love. I devoured books … Continue reading Seed, Glorious Seed! Hot mescluns and mustards! →