Finally people after my own heart!!
I am not as hard core as some of you in collecting certain plants, or seeds but I can't help but wanting more and more.

my late husband used to tell me that if there was a flat spot I would put a plant on or on top of it.

For years I collected seeds that I never grew, it was almost compulsive! I would go by a tree, bush or see a seed floating by and I would collect it, put it in empty pill container and label it, with some label like " pretty yellow flower blush from the alley behind my house, and date it" The funny things is that after reading the label I would remember exactly the moment I got it; not very scientific, but never the less I did it for so for many years without much thought; until one day cleaning my laundry room where I put all my seed treasures, I realized how many I had and for long, and started questioning the reason why? My conclusion is that, maybe in another life It was my job to do so, or I am a crazy hoarder of seeds and plants! And frankly I like the first alternative better.
My back yard, front yard and house are saturated with plants, I not just like Tropical fruit I love it!, but I also like cacti, orchids, or anything plant related and alive with or without pretty flowers, and even though Cacti flowers only last one day open (for the most part) I am the crazy lady with tons of beautiful pictures of my cacti flowers in my phone, along with my grandchildren’s pictures, crazy no?
And, I could also tell you the story of where each plant came from, "oh, this one I got from someone who was growing in it in his front yard and I knocked at his door and asked him to sell me a piece. “or "I took a piece of that one when we went for a drive in the desert with so and so." And this one I bought from HD when it was one inch tall, and look at it now 5 feet tall!” etc. etc.
My friends tell me that I should work in a nursery, but that has never been my inclination. I love to grow little plants and give them away to people, that would care for them or learn to take care of them because they liked what they saw in my house.
Growing for walks in nurseries it’s an enjoyable pass time for me, I not always buy plants, but if I find something interesting, you bet that it’s coming home with me! After many years of marriage I finally trained my husband to not buy me jewelry, flowers or stuff for presents, just to give me a plant and I was thrilled! I remember the poor guy came home from the grocery store one day and said “look what I found for you!” It was an orchid painted blue. At first I said commented on its unusual color, but after a moment I told him “it’s not real, it’s painted” he didn’t believe me, I showed him the label and he still didn’t believe but the next year when the orchid bloomed again I showed him the real color was white. I was happy none the less because it was a live plant, not pretty cut flowers.
Thank you for being here and making me feel not too crazy!