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Seed Library

The optimism of seedlings

BY KIMBERLY MAYER

The last time I went to the library I returned a couple overdue books and picked up a packet of seeds. Who knew? While seed saving has been done for 10,000 years, it has only recently become available at many public libraries, including ours. Started and maintained by Jessa Madosky and Nancy Best at San Juan Island Grange, the seed library was moved to the public library this spring. Housed in small manilla and craft paper envelopes in a wooden card catalog many of us will recall, not much space is taken. The whole thing is wonderfully old fashioned.

Vegetables, fruit, herbs, flower, and wildflower. No sign out is necessary, and it’s free.

There’s a natural economy in seed saving. Here, packed in quantities suitable for a row in a home garden, are seeds from organic, open-pollinated gardens, already proven successful in our area. Preserving heirloom varieties ensures better flavor, encourages disease resistance, and helps combat seed monocultures where four giant companies control more than 60% of the world’s seeds, threatening our global food supply.

The seeds I “borrowed” are Heritage Waldron Kale. After coming home from the library I planted them in a tray, and in a couple weeks three or four showed their heads and I cheered. Today as I write, the tray is populated with more seedlings than I can count, looking like a Lilliputian field of four-leaf clover. This is what happens when you stare at a tray or a small plot for a period of time: it becomes your world. As any gardener will tell you, when you raise them you begin to refer to them as your “babies.”

Seeds, as Thor Hanson remarks in his book The Triumph of Seeds, “… are quite literally the stuff and staff of life.” These seeds were so small they were but mere specks. Yet in each one, an embryo plant with a supply of food (starch, protein, oils) to get it on its way. “A baby in a box,” Hanson calls it. It’s not time yet to transplant my seedlings.

Having come of age in a small rural town without a bookstore, the library meant everything to us. Today with services expanding into realms librarians of old never dreamed of, the library means everything once again. Along with the community-based collections of seeds, Assistant Director of San Juan Island Library, Anthony Morris showed me some of what else the library has been lending lately: birdwatching equipment, a State Park Pass, a pass for two to the art museum, gardening tools, culinary tools, and a telescope.

Who knew that too?

Originally published in The Journal of the San Juan Islands 6/19/24

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Flip Flops in January: Three Girls and a Truck at Village Nurseries, San Diego

photo credit: Jackie Mayer Blum

 

BY KIMBERLY MAYER

We are wintering in San Diego, living on a mattress with a small bistro table, a couple folding chairs, and two bright Hawaiian printed Tommy Bahama beach chairs in an otherwise empty house. The house is a job site. Our daughter and her husband purchased a new home in North Park, San Diego. A remodel, and we are here to help.

While the men are at home swinging hammers, we are on a landscape mission. My daughter is commandeering a pickup truck, bouncing over dirt roads and splashing through puddles at Village Nurseries Wholesale Plant and Tree Grower. Thirteen acres of planted bliss, a Disneyland to me. No lines, no crowds (to-the-trade only), and free of all the commercialization.

The bed of our truck is brimming with potted plants: 5 tall Barbara Karst bougainvillea, Mister Lincoln white rose shrubs, “bartenders choice” Mexican Lime Tree, a 15 gallon Strelitzia retinae Bird of Paradise shrub, and enormous agave plants anchoring them all. Clean and new at the U Haul lot, the truck will be returning with all the mud and markings of having taken the Indiana Jones ride at Adventureland.

You had to know my mother would be on board; she must have slipped onto the bench seat. It wasn’t until we turned into the nursery that we realized she was with us. https://alittleelbowroom.com/2017/12/05/my-imaginary-mother-in-winter/ Her breath, like ours, was taken away with the vastness and the serenity of the place.

Rounding Succulents and Drought Tolerant plants, I am back in the gray/greens with Mediterranean plants. Heaven for me once, for at one time I lived in Southern California. Today I recognize some full well, yet can’t recall their names. Other names I know, but can’t picture. My daughter is reintroducing me to some old friends.

Discombobulated I fumble forward. A Master Gardener from Climate Zone 4 (San Juan Island, WA) in Zone 24 (San Diego, CA), I try to be helpful. “Seasonal amnesia,” is there such a thing? All I know is that in a rush I just mailed a Valentine’s Day card–one month early. I recall that when living here: waking and having to orient myself with the season, with the month, before stepping out of bed.

Left to our own devises mom and I might have gone crazy, but my daughter was specific. A wall of her courtyard would be draped in bougainvillea. She knew the color. A lime tree would round out their citrus collection. And white roses and giant Blue Glow agave look exquisite together. Who knew?

And who knew about my daughter’s newfound passion for plants, and in the same place where I first got the bug? Her grandmother may have been the only one to have seen that coming.

 

 

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