Spring Seeds

There is nothing I enjoy much more than sowing seeds in late winter and then watching them emerge from the cool spring soil.  To be honest I get a little drunk on visions lush greens or climbing vines loaded with yummy fresh produce.  There is no anticipation better after the winter season I think.

This year I find that I am being afforded the opportunity to teach others how to sow seeds as more and more people are needing or wanting to grow their own produce.  What a delightful endeavor to teach someone to sow seeds that may, Lord willing, bring forth a bounty of fresh produce for their table.

It is however funny to me to see how many people have never sown a seed of any kind.  Funnier still that they are afraid to even try sowing seeds, afraid they will fail and the seed not grow, afraid of doing something wrong.  I've never had that problem.  My angst is that I will sow the seed and then the weather will turn and the newly sprouted seedlings will freeze or the seedbed will dry out because of a warm windy day and my labors will be ruined as my little seeds, die a horrible death. It crushes me to see my seedlings fail.  In spite of this till I push forth every year with the same hope and determination and a desire to be more mindful than the last year.  And when those little baby leaves emerge I can appear a bit crazy as I dance around the beds, cooing over these tiny seedlings.  Yes I do love my little seedlings.

I remember the first year I really gardened on my own.  We had just constructed a beautiful raised bed area in our front yard and I sowed all kinds of seeds.  It seemed that everything I sowed grew with such joyous abandon I was immediately hooked!  That was the first and last all out success with seeds I ever had and it changed my life forever I think.  May I also state for the record that I am thoroughly convinced that it was God's doing not mine.  I had no idea what I was doing. 

This season as I sowed the seeds for my garden and thought of how good or bad things went in years past, I was reminded that it is indeed God who brings forth the harvest...not me.  This truth has given me great pause to give thanks and actually be able to relax a bit more than I have in a long time.  I am only human after all, I make all kinds of mistakes all the time.  And you know what?  Somehow things still grow.  Isn't that just amazing?

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