yesterday, i planted seeds.



spiniach seeds in hand.

 some days, all there is to do is plant seeds.

there are no flowers to gather. there are no fruits to pick.

just tiny, mysterious seeds to place in soil, to offer a blessing.

there's something tangible yet intangible about it.

potential for more joy and goodness than we can see in something so small, so small, that rests in our hands.

so, yesterday i planted seeds.

i will hope. i will wait.

meanwhile, other seeds are already beginning to express themselves.

baby kale!