Here's the proof. These seeds have been in the pickle jar for a little over 50 years. It's strange the things we hold as precious, but these little shiny blue-black seeds rank high, because I remember cleaning them with Grandpa when I was a little kid.
I doubt if any of them are viable now, but I think I'll put a few between wet paper towels in a ziplock bag and see what happens.
Anyway, here's to memories!
And no, we never had any luck with the seeds sprouting and growing back in the 70's. Maybe they need to go through a bird's gut in order to sprout.
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