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[kuangning]

I'd almost forgotten how good it feels to plant things. Wrist-deep in soil, thinking about nothing more complicated than what these seeds need to grow best.

Planting is a prayer and the answer to that prayer all in one. Let there be life. And I know, from the second the tiny things leave my hand, that there is life, and will be life. Given time, and warmth, and space to grow, those little brown specks will become green specks, and then first leaves, and then there will be so many that I will have to make room for them again in less-cozy pots. There will be the scent of damp soil and growing things in my room for the next months. In a few weeks, that will be joined by the scents of lavender and vanilla grass. Sometime after the vanilla grass springs up, but before I can expect the lavender to bloom, my bulbs will. They're a foot tall already, having kept me company though the last few freezes without complaint. They got their own larger pot today, and seem happy to be able to stretch.

So am I happy to be able to stretch. The world still has room in it for growing things.

Comments

[eleanor.livejournal.com]

I miss the days of having a garden.

[theotoky.livejournal.com]

yes. yes, yes.

my sister once told me that she found god in the garden. at the time, being a radib atheist, i silently ridiculed her. then i got a garden and i knew just what she meant.

yes.

[minn.livejournal.com]

Oh, how I envy those with a green thumb. :-)

Plants and I don't jell for some reason. They spend a few weeks under my (cautious) care and decide to die. I know I must be doing something wrong, but I can't figure out what.

Still, it's wonderful to hear the gardening/planting tales of others. :-)

[powerpynt.livejournal.com]

I spend my days moving from coat to jacket to vest to flannel to t-shirt to tank top to bare skin and back again every 24 hours. Spring in Minnesota is wonderous indeed! I can't wait for my serbian squill to poke their little heads above ground to announce the soil is ready for my touch. Until then I'll just have to read pages like yours. Thanks hon. I'm ready for a diversion.

[thebahboo.livejournal.com]

If you send me some lavender and watercress and vanilla grass I will dry them and put them into hand made soap just for you. It would honor me as both your friend, and a witch, to join with you in that way celebrating the growing of things. It doesn't take much, just a handful of each.

Keep my offer in mind, when everything is grown and lovely.

Loves you, Bahboo