I could stop anytime

Hi. My name is Candace. It's been 16 hours since I last bought flower seeds.

It's my sister's fault. Brenda wanted Carnations, so I had to find seeds. Then I saw the Johnny Jump Up seeds, and the English Daisy mix, and the Dianthus Double Pinks, then the exclusive offering from Mr. Fothergill's for Comedy Mixed Violas (only 99 cents!!). How could I stop myself?

But I can't really blame Brenda.

Dad has to bear some responsibility as well. He got us kids into gardening young. It started with picking rocks, sowing seed, then soon he had me started on my own flower garden.

Over the last 20 years or so, when we lived in apartments, I suppressed the urge to garden, but when we bought our house in 2004, I started thinking about peat pellets, soil amendments, plant cages . . .

So here I am with a huge inventory of seeds, and the frightening realization that if one package of Sweet Peas covers half a table, then the 37 other packages of seeds are going to fill my house with seedling trays.

Oh. My. Goodness.

37 packages. I need help.

Have any room in a south-facing window?