"The seeds begin abstract as their species,
remote as the name on the sack
they are carried home in: Fayette Seed Company
Corner of Vine and Rose. But the sower
going forth to sow sets foot
into time to come, the seeds falling
on his own place. He has prepared a way
for his life to come to him, if it will.
Like a tree, he has given roots
to the earth, and stands free."
I planted seedlings a couple weeks ago. Watermelon, tomatoes, flowers, berries, and lettuce outside. The only thing that has shown any sign of life is the lettuce, which is thriving well enough (meaning it's growing). As for everything else, I guess I will take Emerson's advice and adopt nature's pace with patience. Though with all this waiting I hope those little seeds know, I have big plans for Mother's Day weekend.