“to bury grief, plant a seed”
– German proverb
My Champagne Elegance Irises are blooming. Their compatriot, Superstition will burst any day now.
I spent way to much on seeds for my last summer for a while -here at Pumpkin Hill.
I knew next to nothing when I ripped up my yard 6 springs ago. Last summer I learned about crowding and neglect. This spring I’ve culled the echinacea, beaten back some of the wild violets and divided the grape hyacinths. I’ve weeded and weeded. I know what’s what.
And I’m thinking about this quote too:
“When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.”
I’d say my moma taught me to buy a seed instead of a lily and plant it with a prayer. She taught me about hope and leaps of faith and service too.
This mother’s day I planted handfuls of seeds. I’m going to tend and nurture the hell out of my wee garden. And then I’m going to let it go wild and unruly. Knowing I gave it what I could & it will grow what it wants in its fertile soil.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Sow on and scatter your vision upon the earth….sewing and sowing.
No one knows how many apples are in one seed.