If you want a child's mind to grow...you must first plant the seed.
Similar to the many colors and varieties of the valleys seeds, our wide range of classes allow each child to find a home that fits their individual talents and inspirations. At Skagit Seedlings, we are passionate about four things: community, quality education, amazing instruction, and unique class offerings. We strive to provide world-class integrated arts and educational programming for students youth to adult in a community based environment. Our teachers inspire our students to learn by doing whether it be in movement, musical exploration, or messy hands-on activities. We live to plant life’s good seeds of loving to learn, play, explore, work, discover, and dream in every student that graces our doors.
Skagit Seedlings Inspiration
My name is Amy Christianson, owner and director of Skagit Seedlings. Please enjoy reading Skagit Seedlings inspirational back story — we hope to see your smiling faces in one of our classes in the near future!
My story started with a handful of simple seeds whose colors, purpose and varieties led me down life changing pathways. Seeds hold many meanings to me literally, spiritually, and artistically.
I was born into a family that hearkened from pioneering stock.
From my mother’s side, I descend from Norwegian ancestors that drained Skagit County swamps and planted their strong Benson roots upon a 160-acre homestead over 100 years ago. This homestead still remains in our family today.
Seeds become literal in my father’s family history. As a Christianson, I descend from Swedish businessmen that came to the Pacific Northwest in the early 20th century. In 1926, my great-great grandfather founded Alf Christianson Seed Company. This company grew into a third-generation family-owned business. My father, Alfred “Mark” Christianson the Third returned to his roots and started commercial seed crop farming with his father and brother in 1975 in the Stillaguamish River valley.
From a young age, I knew the difference between a cabbage, beet, wheat, and rye grass seed field. My playground was watching the change of seasons. The change of wet, weedy fields to tractors breaking up the dark clumps and making them into butter to the first seeds and seedlings planted in straight rows on cold grey April mornings. I can see and smell the bright yellow flowers being pollinated by bees before the cabbage went to seed, the dark burgundy green stemmed beets snaking themselves across the field and the golden wheatsheafs swaying in the July heat.