07/27/2026
This old seed cabinet just came home with me from the feed store in Newcastle, the same place my mom and I used to go every single year for her garden seeds. We’d walk those aisles, pick out packets, and every time she’d glance at this cabinet and say something about how much she loved it. I always did too.
They finally decided to retire, and somehow this piece of history ended up in my house. The original vintage seed packets are still on the drawers, sunflowers, carrots, the whole story of seasons past still right there on the front. And they even included some of the old scoops. I feel so blessed.
It’s more than furniture. It’s a quiet little piece of the years my mom and I shared, still standing, still full of potential.
Grateful doesn’t even cover it.