After filling our cart(again) and buying every(other) remotely interesting seed we can find, we find ourselves stressed out over where we’re going to plant all of them!? Do we have enough pots? Stakes? When is too early to order compost?
And then the toughest part, the dreaded wait.
We find ourselves frenetically refreshing the shipping tracking page like a gambling addict on the slots. Frantically checking the mail box every time the dog barks. After all, there’s a risk the seeds could freeze in the mailbox if left out too long right? That’s a thing..Right!??
The anxiety, stress, ocd and general state of panic does not subside until one glorious day, usually after all hope is lost that your chile babies will ever arrive, they do. That day is truly glorious. It’s hard to explain the feeling of all those seeds arriving. There’s something magical about the seemingly endless possibilities, hope and optimism for what lies ahead.
And that Skippy, is the flood of dopamine that makes it all worth it.