I was so moved when I read an article in Martha Stewart Living this month about her planting seeds that had been in a desk drawer for some fifty years that belonged to her father. When she planted the lavender seeds and they flourished she created her own memory garden by seeing that same lavender that scented her childhood yard in her own present yard. Her remembering her father so proud of that lavender in their sweet home, the scents and colors taking her to home. How plants can become a part of our very being.
I was overjoyed while digging through a box that we had been toting with us from place to place this last year. A box of seeds. Some no longer good, some gnawed by mice, some spilt, many, many ready to be planted. I held up a small sandwich bag with little black diamond shaped seeds and knew instantly what they were. The first seeds that I saved back before I had a green thumb were morning glories. They grow easily and then offer up the gardener a well packaged bundle of crepe paper surrounding seeds to take on one’s journey. I planted them in my community garden plot. I cannot wait to see their smiling faces again.