Now that the summer harvest is over and we are moving into a new season, I am thinking about seeds ... sowing veggie, herb, and flower seeds in the garden in expectation of a harvest in the coming days.
Today I tucked a few seeds into the garden-
white scallop squash
Tomorrow I hope to plant more in pots for transplanting a bit later-
I expect to harvest some tasty vegetables in the coming days.
Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed hasbeen, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders. - Henry David Thoreau
I'm also thinking about the other seeds I plant each day- in word, thought, or deed.
Am I planting good things- hope, kindness, joy, love?
Or am I sowing seeds that will be like the bindweed I do daily battle with in the garden, a weed that will wrap itself around the good plants and slowly choke the life right out of them if it isn't dealt with quickly? For I will reap what I sow.
My oldest daughter, who spent the last weeks of summer vacation on crutches, taking time to read a book to her little cousin. Good seeds being sown, and also a wonderful harvest after the many, many hours I've spent reading to her over the years. Now she asks to be the reader during read aloud time each day and is seldom seen without a book. These past few weeks I've heard so often, "Please get my book, I can't carry it with these crutches." Thankfully, the crutches won't be needed much longer, her wounded ankle is healing nicely, and she'll soon be able to swim and dance and do all those things she's been missing so much of late; but she will still take time to share a good book with the little ones.