Aha, seeds galore.
I am not one prone to boasting but I am sure that some of these seeds are true antiques. Take for instance the two packets of cleome, carefully picked from some beautiful plants in Niagara on the Lake, Ontario. I believe that was 1988.
And of course the packet of purple columbine has to be circa 1991.
You may notice that some packets have been opened. I realize this devalues them but I actually wanted to plant them and have beautiful flowers at some time or another. I think I must have gone a little batty.
I did steal some seeds from a neighborhood median street planting two years ago. I had been eying them for weeks waiting for the seeds to mature. They were some kind of heliopsis, about seven feet tall or more, with sunny yellow flowers. The right day came and I made my move. I could not resist, but my walking companion was somewhat taken aghast and kept looking over her shoulder until we turned off that street.
I am planting some veggies this year. I was neglectful last year and did not have a veggie garden, and rued my shortsightedness and lack of motivation all summer long. It was too easy. I planted seeds in rows, watered the bare earth for a week or two (there were times I felt ridiculous watering the bare earth - if someone asked what could I say?) and then presto veggies came up.
I don't know why it is not the same with flowers. Too hard? Maybe. There is all that scarification and stratification needed, especially if you are a native plant person like me. I'm lazier than that.
I think I'll leave that mind searching question alone, since I'd rather concentrate on building my antique seed collection.