Seeds


The great American institution of “putting in the garden” happens every spring as soon as the threat of frost has passed.  Gardens miraculously spring forth from empty soil over the course of a weekend at the end of May. I love to garden but I’m not good at it.  It’s mid-June and I finally planted my garden. Maybe the weather in the fall will stay warm enough for these little seeds to produce a crop. The truth is they may never get the chance to find out. It is so hot and dry that the seeds will never germinate on their own. If I remember to water them, they may emerge but they will probably burst into flame as soon as they pop out of the ground. I’ll try to be optimistic.  It’s a scary world but there are many generations represented inside these seeds.  I believe in you.  Best of luck my little friends.  

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