Again? On this Covid thing? Yes, it is.
Sorry, thoughts keep bubbling up that seem too important to leave off this topic. I'm not sure if those thoughts will diminish soon since they keep extending the social distancing guidelines but it is what it is and I might as well run the topic into the ground.
So during WWII when resources were short there was a big push for people to grow their own food. It was called a Victory Garden. Mom, Pop and kids all chipped in to support the war efforts and as this poster says, "Make your rations go further".
Apparently, I absorbed some of this idea. For when the Covid crisis hit and shelves started clearing out in stores and other people were standing in line to be the first in the door at Costco, I was hurriedly on Amazon ordering seeds. I felt passionate that if food was going to be an issue I was going to use the dirt on my land to feed my family. They will not starve I told myself. I know its March and it's tough to get seeds started but it is my duty. I hovered over my flats and raised beds waiting for those seeds to sprout. I coddled them through freezing temperatures and protected them from hungry Bluejays. I did it with a passion I usually don't have for a garden. Even more so, I wept when the little seeds sprouted and began to show their green. I anxiously called family and said, "We're going to be okay. My seeds are sprouting!" As ridiculous and odd as that may sound it was incredibly therapeutic. It gave me something to do, something in my life I could control when everything else seemed to spin out of control.
It made me think about my grandmother, who lived through those years trying to raise children. Her husband would go shoot grouse for dinner and they ate what they could harvest from their victory garden and the woods. One evening she and her brood were invited to dinner at a friends. She was so excited about what food they might experience. The host said, "Tonight we have a real treat for you. We are having grouse." Wah….wah…..For me to know of this story almost 80 years later, it must have made quite the impression on her.
The power inside a seed, to change from a dark, dry, bland looking circle to a living green plant is almost unfathomable. Then for that small little sprout to continue to grow and become lush and full of edible fruit and create seeds to reproduce itself is more than fascinating, it's divine! It's like my children. There is so much potential in a human life. Potential that can only be speculated about at birth. I've lived long enough to see that potential explode in my kids. To see life and passion thrive and grow in them makes my heart pound and I catch my breath. Unbounded hope. The gift of life. Seeds are planted and seeds grow and we have so relatively little to do with it - simply miraculous.