My dear friend, Diane, sent me some sunflower seeds from her garden in Minnesota…
Aren’t they sweet?
Now, I am not much of a “start from scratch” kind of person, but these seeds are special.
So, I decided to make some little bitty newspaper pots and plant them right away. I gathered my supplies….
Newspaper, water, soil, seeds, scissors (which are around someplace), a scoop and a bottle. I have to show you the little jar that I put the seeds in….
just a wee little jar
I love this vessel! I’ve had it for a few years and haven’t figured out what to do with it, so it’s been sitting in a drawer, waiting. Thanks to Diane it finally serves a purpose.
My foreman checks my supplies…
“looks like you’ve got things under control.” ~ lilly
I get started by cutting the newspaper into quarters…
all cut up
Fold a long edge twice…
twice is the charm
Find the bottle that I’m using….
This little bottle was filled with Rhubarb Hops ~ oh yum! If you ever make it to Grand Rapids, Michigan, stop in at the Downtown Market. It’s full of food shops and restaurants. There is a distillery that carries all kinds of Michigan liquors and also a variety of hops syrups!
On to the newspaper pots…
all wrapped up
I wrapped the newspaper around the bottle with the folded edge toward the bottom of the bottle.
ready to fold
You can see that the newspaper hangs off the bottom of the bottle a good ways. That’s so the paper can be folded to make the bottom of the pot….
Now I’m ready to remove the bottle upon which, the paper pot immediately unfurls and is useless. That’s okay!
I just fold it back up and hold it together with one hand while scooping in some soil with the other….
soil scooped safely
Now, I can add a wee seed….
black on black ~ not easy to photograph
…cover the seed with a bit of soil and just add water!
just a splash, please
I go through the process a few more times and….
planted perfectly in paper
I soon have 4 little seeds planted somewhat neatly.
I need to keep the seeds warm and moist (and also out of paws reach), so I cover them with a cloche….
…and I’m done! Now, I wait patiently for a few days, whiling away the time picking daffodils….
…which, Otis believes, mistakenly, are for him….
“the only thing prettier than a flower is me” ~ the oatbran
These daffodils immediately relocate to the mantel, out of nibbling reach.
It’s a thrilling morning when I come into the kitchen to find….
wishing all the things you plant grow into beautiful possibilities!