"Ooohh, I have to have that!", I exclaimed. My husband glanced my way, rolled his eyes, and went back to picking through the junk that surrounded us. We were knee deep in debris inside an old barn that we'd been allowed to salvage through. I held up my prize and promptly sneezed. The dust whooshed off the 1980s era wooden cassette tape box in my hands, and I gazed at it and pondered the possibilities. I knew it would be perfect for something, so despite my husband's skepticism, I laid it on our take home pile. Several months later, when it was time to start planning the garden, I decided to go through my leftover seed packets. Finding them, however was another story. I had a habit of cramming them in oddly random spots, and what I could find looked a bit worse for wear. Surely there was a better way to store them. I spread the sorry looking packets on the table and contemplated the situation. Suddenly, a vision of the cassette box flashed through my mind, and I knew exactly what to do. I immediately dug it out, cleaned it up, and sprayed it down with peacock blue paint. Then I stuck the packets in the slots and sat back to survey my work. I smiled proudly and decided I had created the best seed organizer ever. Now every year in late winter I pull out my handy-dandy seed box, and I dream about what I'm going to plant. Or I just stare at the stash. Either way, It makes me happy.
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