Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Ides and Flowers


The Ides of March at least produced the first blossom of Spring.

I know. I know. It's one flower component of an an entire hyacinth. But, hey, the journey of 10,000 leagues begins with that single step, right?

Besides, I'm tickled to have actual flowers by mid-March.

It's long been the tradition of my Irish-Catholic family to plant sweet-peas on St. Patrick's Day. We soak them in buttermilk the night before. Living in Laramie for over twenty years disabused me of that notion. I used to try for Easter instead. Then I just gave up on a date and waited for the ground to thaw.

But it's supposed to hit the 60s tomorrow. I think I'll buy some seeds and buttermilk this evening, along with the eggs and Earl Grey on the list. Work is quiet, so I'll take a little time to plant my seeds. I don't know how well sweet peas will do here, but it's worth the experiment to find out.

I'm a believer in planting seeds. In the incremental approach. I'm not the first gardener to note that planting seeds is an act of supreme faith, in the universe, in the rhythm of nature. I'm not the first writer to go about putting down words little by little. Sometimes you have no idea what exactly is coming next in the story, but you take the seeds that fall into your hand and lay them into the fertile soil with love and precision.

By the end, you hope you'll have something beautiful.

3 comments:

  1. I bet sweet peas will thrive in Santa Fe, just as you and David seen to be. Plant away!

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  2. May your plantings nourish the body and soul.

    ::hiding black thumb::

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  3. Thanks gals - Just bought my seeds. (Not letting Kristine touch them...)

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