Sowing Seeds

I’ve been sowing seeds this week.

Hundreds of seeds.

Seed

Tiny little bits of black, white, or brown.

Tomato, pepper, cauliflower, broccoli, cabbage.

The first of thousands of seeds that I will sow this season – beans, corn, radishes, lettuce, kale….the list goes on and on.

Not every seed will grow.

Of the ones that do – not every one will produce.

Some will be eaten by varmints, ravished by bugs or destroyed by weather.

But still I sow, knowing that some will grow and flourish and bear much fruit.

I sow in faith, believing that in these tiny seeds there is a potential for an abundant harvest.

These aren’t the only seeds we sow in life.

Everyday I have the opportunity to sow seeds of kindness, of love, of grace. Seeds that could have eternal impact. Seeds that could change lives. Seeds that could bring the gospel to hurt and needy people.

Not every seed will sprout.

Not every seed will grow.

But still – I must sow knowing that some will grow and flourish and bear much fruit.

And I must have faith, believing that in each seed of kindness, each seed of love, each seed of grace, there is a potential for an abundant harvest.

Galatians 6:9 “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”

Seeds

I did it again.

I lost all control in the seed aisle at Menards.

I don’t know what caused it – the sunshine, springlike temperatures, the bright orange sale sign – but something snapped.

Jan found me standing in the aisle with a silly grin on my face randomly throwing in seed packets.

A handful of lettuce varieties, several melons, herbs, 3 kinds of winter squash and zucchini – I was on a roll!

Two different kinds of broccoli – never mind that I haven’t even harvested a broccoli head in the last three years! I’m sure this year I will be able to grow not only the traditional – but a cool Italian variety with spiky heads!

Sunflowers, sweet corn, cauliflower, sweet peppers – you name it – it was probably in my cart.

And it would not have been alone – there were many seeds in my cart.

Sixty-three packets in all. Yes – 63.

So what did my sweet husband say?

Nothing. After all – he had seen this behavior before. 🙂

He simply bought the seeds, took me home, and listened patiently to my grand garden dreams for the year.

Then – two days later – he took me out and showed me where we could enlarge the garden. 🙂

Is it any wonder that I love this guy?!

I’ve linked this post up with The Tuesday Garden Party at An Oregon Cottage.

Back in the Garden Again…

We were finally back in the garden again this week. The higher portions were dry enough to work but the lower third was still mud.

I had to go through and pull out all the grass that was growing in the rows where the plants should be. Which meant that there wasn’t much for plants there.

I discovered the germination wasn’t good. There are just a few small corn plants in each row and a handful of green beans. I didn’t see any watermelon or cantaloupe, but several squash and pumpkin plants came.

I’m not sure at this point what, if anything, I should replant. I did get some more corn planted and filled in the green bean rows. It seems a little late for the melons, however.

As for the other plants, the peas look okay, just a little brown from too much water but they are putting on blossoms and peas. The tomatoes in the higher parts of the garden look great and even have little tomatoes on them, The ones in the wetter section are slowing drowning. Same thing for the peppers, both sweet and hot.

The cabbages are looking great, but the broccoli and cauliflower (planted a little lower) look brown and water logged.

Sounds like a mixed bag of results for the garden this year. But I have nothing to complain about! I’m just thankful I’m not a farmer! We’ll enjoy whatever we can of the fruits of our labor and rejoice that we don’t depend on it for survival.

But I may still mourn, just a little bit, about my melons…