It’s been a long time since I was able to get outside to pull weeds and plant things. It became an over grown jungle out there. Ken was already doing my chores and all his, and it was impossible to keep up. My new hip and reinforced spine are working! Modern medicine at it’s finest.
Today, we weeded seven beds. I was able to move, bend, and get all the weeds pulled and the soil cultivated. Ken cleaned up my mess with the tractor and filled a couple boxes, with mulch and manure.
I’m so happy!!! Seeds are sown!!!
Yellow wax beans
Tomato seeds saved from previous harvests.
I don’t know what will come up, much of those are old seeds, but we never know what’s inside just waiting to become…
To quote a friend:
“Faith in a seed”
Every season it still touches me, that a little seed the size of a pinhead, will grow into a plant sometimes six feet tall, and produce thousands, sometimes, hundreds of thousands of seeds, each capable of becoming another mature plant.
Nature is on my side today, the skies are a bit overcast, protecting the little seeds from burning, maybe we will get rain, and the shells will soften and the tiny beginning shoot will emerge.
In the midst of all the turbulence in the world today, my heart is gladdened that there are dormant seeds everywhere in the world, waiting to become something beautiful and nourishing for every living thing.