There is such beauty in the variation of the seeds: size, shape and hue. From the speck that is a poppy seed all the way to the avocado pip. Some are born to fly, as with the dandelion, and others to nurture the birds as with the bright holly berry. They are the promise of new life, the welcome new green of the spring, yet also a banquet for mother nature's VIPs of insect and feathered wings.
The seeds float in upon homemade parachutes, so calmly upon the breeze. Making flight so easy, creating a picture of nature's art in the late-summer sky.
As much as plants need to live in the wild, to evolve so slowly with each season's pass, the seed bank is how we take wise precautions, to plan for possibilities, to keep our loved one's safe.
She kneads the seeds into the bread - pumpkin, poppy and sesame - and as she does so her thoughts dance to the music in her imagination. As her hands move a song emerges, one that fills the home as sweetly as the aroma of her newly baked load soon will.
Each seed has the potential to become a strong new plant and it is up to my skill as a gardener to see that they do. There are times I look around for Sam, because I am so accustomed to having guidance, yet there always comes a day when the apprentice can show that they have taken the right steps to become a master.