Drop the seed, cover it, pat the warm earth down. Water it black. What else? Roethke heard the sucking and sobbing of cuttings putting down roots, resurrecting themselves. I hear nothing from these seeds and spindly tomato plants. But I do like sitting here in the evening air, watching the wet soil, knowing it’s primed with hours of my work and its own latent power. Drop in the seed and the dirt takes over, the moist warmth, the dark. It’s mystery now, out of my hands. But I want to follow. I want to understand what begins to wake the seeds. I want to hear that inaudible moan or hum, that chant of all the lives and parts of lives that dirt composes — I hear it after all, in my mind — that steady call, alive down there, that cannot rise without seeds, that even now enfolds them with its infinitesimal vibration, urging them remember now, remember now, it is time to remember yourself.
— John Daniel in The Trail Home: Essays
Lately, I’ve had the pleasure of watching vegetables grow from seed, and of cooking and eating them right out of the garden. So incredibly simple and basic and yet so mysterious. I see more and more back yard and side yard gardens these days…one of the good spin offs of the economic downturn. What are you waiting for? Find a seed, some dirt and some water and a miracle will happen.
Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitars.com



Watch some amazing time lapse photography of seeds germinating here!
http://plantsinmotion.bio.indiana.edu/plantmotion/earlygrowth/germination/germ.html