Speaking of Seeds...

 

A minor miracle for me this week -- some seeds sprouted! 

This has not happened before, despite repeated attempts.

Weeks ago, I put twelve sunflowers seeds in those pots. 

As you can see, only one sprouted. 

I'm happy with one! 

This is a miracle for me

given that, this week,

I killed half the annuals -- six tomato plants, a dozen marigolds, 3 nasturtiums plus two more flowers I can't remember the name of -- I bought last Saturday 

because I didn't look at the overnight lows before shopping. 

After I put everything in the greenhouse, it was -7 and -6 and -4 the next three mornings. 

And here I was, so proud I could get ahead of the shopping since by the time we are

warm enough and dry enough for planting,

all the good stuff is gone. 

So it was quite a moment of joy for me this morning

to come into my office and see that some of the osteospermum seeds

I saved last fall from a pot of the annuals

actually sprouted. 

Hope sprouts!

Don't give up!
Just keep planting. 

Over and over. 

There was never a better metaphor for my writing career than this!
I don't get plants from the seeds I stick in soil and expect to sprout

but I get plants when I least expect them

from the seeds that are my

"well, let's just see what happens" toss outs. 

I can't figure life out -- but this keeps it interesting.

Since you never know what seeds will sprout,

you have to plant many and various,

and keep planting. 

There's always a chance something will grow from one small seed. 

~ SJ