I’m Carla Carrot

Hello I’m Carla Carrot,

I’m so excited that my book has been published. It’s all about a day when I couldn’t answer one question. It kept going round and round in my head like a buzzing bee – “What will I be? What will I be?”. I was driving my brother Peter Parsnip and my friend Sanghita Spring Onion crazy, they had never seen me looking so puzzled. A special invitation to the Grand Opening of Seed City Museum changed my tune and stopped the buzzing in my head.

What will I be? starring Carla Carrot Available to order…

Happy Birthday Peter & Shena

Shena & Peter celebrate their birthdays in the park.

Peter & Shena‘s birthdays are only two days apart so this year they both decided to have a picnic in the park. Shena was the first to receive a Secret Seed Society birthday card. This was the moment when she opened it, we couldn’t get her to stop smiling like this for the whole weekend.

Who would you like to see at Seed City Museum?

Can you see TutanKha Mung and Bruss Lee Sprout?

Tuttankha Mung bean and Bruss-Lee Sprout at Seed City Museum

In the fourth Seed City tale, ‘What Will I Be?’, Carla Carrot is on a journey of self-discovery and finds herself in the Seed City Museum being inspired by great vegetable-beings of past and present including Tutankha Mung, Parsley Bussell, Florence Nightingkale, and Socarrotes.

Pun fun

We’ve had so much fun that we’ve decided to do it.. yes, we’re going to create an online Seed City Museum Gallery featuring the most wild and wonderful seedizens of all time. Who would you like to see there? Jamie Olive? Okra Wimpfree? Christopher Cucumbus? Once you start its hard to stop!
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“A Win-Win Postal Treat!” says Shakshuka

The (Not So Secret) Seed Society

As a child, I was always obsessed with the mail: boxes, letters, magazines, catalogs: the whole lot. I secretly had a crush on the postman, and loved loved loved the look of the UPS man coming in his flat brown shorts. Nothing bad ever came in the mail when I was young! As an adult, times have changed and bills fall like rain from the postbox now and I long for those carefree-mail days…. Continue reading