A Weed Grows in Brooklyn - Part 1

The following spring, after 'The Perfect Tomato", found a young cement dweller ready to see what a seed was all about. He would unlock the mystery hidden by a thin seed coat, a veneer, hiding some mystical ritual. First, however seeds must be procured. To his great fortune he had among his beloved reading collection the latest edition of "Boy's Life". On page 15, providence was beckoning. There, for all to see, was an opportunity a" budding" gardener could not let lay fallow. It was the chance to sell packets of seeds door to door. Just send in ten dollars and you will receive enough packets of seeds to sell at a remarkable profit while benefiting mankind in general, as well as some local retailers where you will be spending this windfall. Mine would go to the sporting goods store where I would stock up on Spauldings and Wiffel Balls. After all it was spring.
The seeds, which included a wide variety of selections ranging from aster to zucchini, were a sight to behold! All that was left to do so this master plan of making profit and having seed to plant was a few hours invested in ringing doorbells [ "Do not speak to strangers "was not in vogue yet]. It was soon after this that a young "sprout" of a salesman realized that person to person sales would not be a future calling. He did not find the eager buyers who shared his love of seeds nor did he have any relatives with green thumbs or ones willing to part with green backs.
Despair soon took hold as profit became red ink. A return to baby sitting loomed in his future as the coffers were bare. But all was not lost as this young Brooklynite now had a cache of seeds that could be planted in his Bay Ridge backyard before he left to spend the summer by the lake. He would get to unlock the workings of those impenetrable seed coats. It was spring, and- it was time to take off your coat and face the approaching summer.