14/01/2025
Seeds never stop being a wonder to me. An entire garden of food sits here in a small metal box and some jars.
It doesn't matter how many years I've done this, it still feels like a miracle. In a world full of cynicism and hate, January helps me remember that wonder and hope are still good things. I sit with my seed catalogs, garden maps, and box of seeds looking out at the icy cold, and sometimes it just doesn't seem possible.
But I remember that the seeds don't mind waiting. They don't mind the cold. They bide the time. And when the earth once again turns her face to the sun on our side of the world, life will burst forth.
Miracles and wonder and hope indeed. All kept in a tiny seed.