“Hi. My name is Esperanza and I have no control over myself when I am around packets of seeds.”…”Hi Esperanza.” I started off looking for Watermelon Radish seeds for the winter garden. They are really tasty and such a beauty to pull out of the ground in the cold months. I didn’t find any and I don’t want to order them (because I’m not supposed to buy more seeds until I use up most of what I have already). Somehow I still ended up with a handful of [cool!] seeds. My only explanation, seeds are magic and clearly their magic has cast a spell on me that causes me to behave so. Yup.

But just imagine, if you will, taking a Thelma Sanders Sweet Potato squash and making a pie! The filling would appear as plain as white custard but no! It would in fact be a sweet pumpkin pie! Or maybe I could have an austere dinner of black garbanzo beans and baked white squash. Well, whatever, I’m going to go plant the purslane right now. My Thanksgiving herb bed is slow growing and has too many gaps between plants.