Nuts about our butternutI am beginning to wonder whether I am cut out for this seed-parenting thing. You see, our 'seedlings' (am only just resisting the urge to give them names) have spent their first nights outside. No big deal, you might think. Hah! And I suppose I didn't really need to group them together for 'protection'. Or to to obsessively watch every weather forecast to ensure they'd be warm enough. And I guess I didn't really need to go out in the middle of the night to check they were OK. You see, I understand it's not quite on a par with letting my daughter stay over with her boyfriend, but I'm still unsure whether I am 'strong enough'.
My problem? I find myself haunted by the fear of the genocide (infanticide?) to come... After nurturing (nursing?) seedlings along, just how are you supposed to dispose of the 'weak ones' without sleepless nights. There was Monty Don on Gardeners World the other day, proudly telling us he always plants two melon seeds to every pot and then just chucks the smallest away! Darwinism, Nazism, call it what you will.... And it's not even that I'll have a problem greedily eating my 'babies' when they are ripe and ready and full of juice. But I guess that's 'gardening' for you.
