Marty dreamed that she, Cait and their dogs were living in the Doomsday Seed Vault near the top of the world.

In reality, the vault is frozen and filled with thousands of seed racks. But in Marty’s dream the vault was a huge, lush, exotic greenhouse where the seeds needed to save the earth were growing profusely from the walls and ceiling.

The space was easy to move around in. And because this was a dream, all the plants took care of themselves - no weeding, watering, pruning, bending or hauling. A Gimpy Eden. Our sole purpose was to wander and admire the magnificence.

If you want to learn more about the real Seed Vault, click here to read the New Yorker story by John Seabrook or here to see a video.