Thursday, March 17, 2011

the seed of faith


On Monday Sir O and I planted the first flower seeds of the season.  (We're nearing the 8 weeks before last frost marker, so I needed to hustle).  It was fun and it was messy and it was a revelation in how little faith I have sometimes.  We planted impatients, delphinium, and forget-me-nots.  All of which have seeds so tiny I had major difficulty separating them.  And the majority of my brain said, "there is no way any of these are actually going to germinate."  They seemed too small, too inanimate, and I was too aware of my own inexperience.  "I don't really know what I'm doing, so I'm probably going to screw this up."


But I followed the directions for each flower type with diligence from the part of me that still had faith in this endeavor.  And I couldn't help but thinking of the whole experience as a microcosm of my entire mortality.  Perspective, people.  If we remembered that every germinated seed in the world is a miracle, and responded accordingly, I think we would find the world an endless parade of marvels.  Kind of like my 4-year-old finds it.


hairyshoefairy said...

It's true. There are so many truly remarkable things we take for granted because we see them all the time. Good luck with the seeds. I'm just buying starts this year. Losing all my plants last year was too traumatic for me. Using the egg cups is such a good idea!

Lauren and Tyson Fiala said...

That is so very true!! I love that. Thanks!! How are ya? I love reading your blog.

Ashley said...

Em, I just have to say, you are so darling. I love your rain boots!

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