“Inside that tiny seed, lives the roots, branches, bark, trunk, leaves, twigs and apple fruit of that apple tree. You can’t see, feel, hear, taste or smell any of that yet; nevertheless, it is all inside that seed. The moment the seed is in your hand— all of that is in your hand, too, from the root to the bark to the fruit! All you have to do is to push the seed into the soil. And what makes anyone plant any apple seed? It is the belief that in the seed, there is the tree. So, believe. To have a seed, is to have everything.”
― C. JoyBell C.
With a never-ending to-do list, we were very aware the first year of the danger of taking on too much. We decided only to do a small garden, since the chickens, berries, and the orchard were already a lot to think about. The backyard had a plot ready to go from the previous owners, so we decided to limit ourselves to that, as well as some viney plants like pumpkins that could spread in the field.
Molly and I had fun picking out seed packets together. We started them inside to get a head start on the weather. We talked about a seed needing warmth and water to bring it out of hibernation. We soaked the seeds overnight in a wet paper towel to jump start them, then tucked them into their little nursery of dirt and waited.
Seeds have always been a source of wonderment to me. A dry little package of potential, waiting for the right moment to come to life. How can a whole plant, with roots, stem, leaves, and amazing fruit packed full of more amazing seeds, come from such a tiny thing? Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles!
It doesn’t matter how many years I have planted seeds—it is still exciting when the first fragile green fingers poke up out of the dirt. Visions of a garden bursting with produce dance in my head. I can hardly wait.