Early this winter I dried and saved my pumpkin seeds. Last week I wanted to see if they were viable seeds and verify if they would sprout.
I gathered the envelopes with the labeled seeds, a few paper towels and a plastic storage bin I had in the house. I got the paper towels damp but not dripping, laid the seeds out on a damp towel, covered with a damp towel, and drew myself a legend so I would not forget where each seed was.
Then I bounded upstairs to place the seeds in a sunny south-facing window. I was stopped by my husband on the way up.
Him: "Wha' 'cah doin'?"
Me: "Seeing if the pumpkin seeds will sprout!"
Him: "Don't have the lid on airtight otherwise they will probably mold."
Him: The side-eye he gives when he knows I am not taking his advice.
When it comes to these matters Jesse is almost always right.
I forgot about the seeds for about 5 days and when I finally remembered I was greeted by a growing, moldy monster! Look at how the roots are pushing up the paper towel in their quest to grow.
Look at those roots starting!
But the mold, he was so right about the mold. Time to get out the vinegar! On the positive side I know the seeds are viable and can be planted in the spring.
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