A Story of a Seed
I’m a person who believes in many things. Some real, some maybe not…but I always lean on the more believing side of things. Things like the Loch Ness Monster or Big Foot, don’t sound as off the charts to me, as maybe they do to a lot of you. But there’s somethings I don’t really believe in, and it’s weird because I totally know these things are real, just not when it comes to me. Things like planting a seed, and it actually growing.
About a month ago I was outside with the chill of the evening, handing Brock pumpkin seeds one by one, he was planting them as fast as possible into the ground. Other than a few miniature attempts, this was our first real shot at gardening or growing anything. We’d manage to plant two rows of four seeds, but now the sun was fading fast and we were both eager to return to warmth. As we got in the groove, the planning process became much faster, and suddenly I was down to our last seed.
Before I hurried it down our little assembly line, I gave it a little kiss and said “grow little seed, grow”. Brock then placed it in the ground, covered it with dirt and fertilizer. Just as he had with the 24 that went before.
Two weeks later we had a our own little miracle…
young green leafs, breaking through the ground.
And suddenly I was a believer. Even if it was just one success out of the 25.
That night while I was dozing into bliss, I suddenly remembered my lunatic moment of talking to a seed, and even the kiss, and then it hit me…the seed I talked to was the ONLY one that had sprouted. And then I felt very proud that I perhaps had a hand in our little miracle.
It took almost two weeks later for the others to appear. And although we’re happy to see them, I still have my favorite. :)