I grew up knee-deep in country gardens and can never remember a time in my life when late winter didn’t mean flats filled with seedlings destined for the garden. And still, half a century in, I still cannot believe the miracle contained inside that tiny seed.
I sow seeds every year, but if I am completely honest, I don’t really expect anything to happen. It’s crazy. But crazier yet is that a speck of black tinier than a pinhead can be sprinkled into soil, given a bit of water and morph itself into mass of petunias or a hedge of lavender.
I have a three tier light stand set up in our living room. I check on the flats so often, my husband has started to make fun of me. And who can blame him?
“Anything new in the last ten minutes?” he asks.
And yet, sometimes there is. A blank soil canvas suddenly erupts into the teeniest green heads poking their way into the world. And I erupt with delight, every single time year after year after year.
Hope is like that. You hope and hope and hope and just when you start to think the object of your focus is never going to happen, it does. You must never give up. You have to keep believing in your dreams.
Of course, you can’t put a package of seeds on a table and hope like crazy that they grow and then flail about in despair when nothing happens. You need to at least provide the proper conditions for your dreams to come to fruition. You have to wait for the proper season, open the package, find a good piece of ground or a proper pot, sow the seeds and water them, even when it looks like nothing is ever going to come of it. Especially when you think nothing is ever going to come of it. If you give up too soon and stop watering, just because it looks like nothing is happening. the seeds will dry out and die.
Do all that, and one day that bare little flat or patch of earth will bring forth the very thing you dreamed about. Nature is incredible like that. Again, just don’t give up.
The Package of Seeds
I paid a dime for a package of seeds
And the clerk tossed them out with a flip.
“We’ve got ’em assorted for every man’s needs,”
He said with a smile on his lip,
“Pansies and poppies and asters and peas!
Ten cents a package! And pick as you please!”
Now seeds are just dimes to the man in the store,Edgar Guest
And the dimes are the things that he needs;
And I’ve been to buy them in seasons before,
But have thought of them merely as seeds.
But it flashed through my mind as I took them this time,
“You have purchased a miracle here for a dime!”