One day recently, as I was going about my normal routine, a thought popped into my head. “To grow a seed is the greatest form of hope” I don’t know where this came from, or why it popped into my head. When thoughts like these occur, I call them “Stray dogs of thought” There are no connections I can recall, no recent conversations that would have stirred them up.
I figured it was a quote I had heard and attributed it to two things ~ One, I am in a phase where big life changes are happening. My corporate life behind me, new paths to take. I am at once both nervous & excited for what may lie ahead. Two, I am yearning for the weather to change so I can get out in the garden and plant. I love spring weather and the chance to turn the soil, amend the beds, and plant seeds of peas, carrots, peppers, and tomatoes. The idea of all that fresh produce gets me so excited. In the winter, I pore over seed catalogs the way young boys pore over a Playboy magazine. First, I ogle the photos of juicy ripe tomatoes, sprawling wisteria, and feathered grasses, then I dive into the description to learn of their likes and dislikes. “Loves full sun, tolerates sandy soil….will grow in almost any condition!” I circle that one with my sharpie. “Needs moist soil, will grow in deep shade, not heat tolerant” I sigh, and wonder if I could coax it to grow in the brutal Texas heat. I truly believe I could make it work between us.
That very day, a package arrived in the mail from an artist I know. In the package was a pencil sketch titled “Seedling’. I was speechless. Was this coincidence ? Karma ? Was the Universe trying to tell me my new path would bring great things ? I don’t know, but I am more optimistic than ever.
The View from my Back Porch 