Super secret seed stash

A few weeks ago when I was rearranging space to store seasonal stuff (a frequently-repeated task when you  live in a small apartment with no storage), at the back corner of the top shelf of a hard-to-reach, seldom-used kitchen cupboard (there are too many of these when you are less than 5 feet 4 inches tall), behind the electric fan, flashlight, old batteries, plumb line and wallpaper roller, I found this tin, which I was sure contained an assortment of kitchen hardware:

What's in the tin?

To my surprise (which later turned to a bit of worry about my memory lapse) I opened it to find this: 

 Seed collection 2

A collection of seed packets,  evidence of annual Spring Garden Fever going back to 1995.

Seed collection 1

So why blog about this. For a few reasons:

(1) This year, I MUST schedule sowing dates on the calendar.  And then NOT PROCRASTINATE. I confess many of these packages were never opened. I'm in strong favour of being more spontaneous and living in the moment -- but  a bit more discipline and time-sensitivity is necessary when you're growing a garden.
(2) Just like judging a book by its cover, I know I bought a few varieties because of the pretty pictures on the packages. Through experiences (ie., poor germination) I've learned the ones that come in the plain brown wrapper (West Coast Seeds ) are the best.
(3) I'm a pretty ruthless declutterer but  I will always find a box, drawer or scrapbook for used seed packages -- for purely sentimental reasons. As I sorted through the tin's contents, I recalled sowing perennials and herbs the first summer my parents lived in their Labelle Avenue home. My mom told my proudly she had done some weeding -- and to my horror I realized she had removed all the Aquileglia (Columbine) I had just planted.
(4) On a more serious note, I hope that twenty years from now, we will still live in a climate that will allow us to grow such a diverse variety of plants. Thinking about this strengthens my resolve to grow a low-impact garden,  even if I have to forego my favourite plants. (This will be very hard.)