Sowing seeds, witnessing unassuming flecks burst with life, observing brave tendrils wobbling-then-rising out of the moist soil, phantom white threads greening as they ascend, precocious seed leaves opening toward the sun,… Germinating seeds that will find their way into Rosslyn’s vegetable garden (and eventually onto our table, into our mouths and the mouths of family, friends, and plenty of opportunistic wild neighbors) fills me to brimming with exuberant optimism. Life out of specks. Beautiful, delicious food conjured out of miniature promises pushed into moist earth.
Culling Spring Start: Haiku
Thinning leggy sprouts —
anemic shoots, green seed leaves —
culling vigor… life.
Such possibility, such awakening in the germination of seeds. Each one miraculous. Each a gift. But after almost 5 decades of gardening, I still struggle with thinning these sprouts, favoring the strong, the dominant. With these Organic Calabrese Broccoli seedlings I’ve decided to spare the earnest sprouts s little longer. Perhaps, once they’ve matured just a little bit more, into micro greens that can be eaten maybe, then I will find it easier to uproot the weaker, the wobblier, the more vertically challenged?
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