Harvesting for a Harvest
We think of autumn as harvest time...but usually to harvest crops. My go
od friends at Prairie Pedlar, (beautiful gardens and green house business) invite folks to come at the end of September and take whatever seeds they would like to plant in their own garden. Last Saturday, a perfect splendid early autumn day, I toured the grounds with Jane and we harvested seed from three varieties of Amaranth, French vanilla marigolds, kiss-me-the-garden-gate, and only-the-lonely. I brought home the little paper sacks filled with seeds of promise. In my hands was the future spring: tall Amaranth the color of garnet to border a secret garden, and rope amaranth with it's trailing dredlock curls. Creamy whi
te marigolds that will pop in the evening garden, and wisping Kiss-me-over-the-garden-gate arching like plumes on a Gibson Girl's chapeau. The seeds of a future garden remind me of the rhythm of the seasons and God's promise that the elemental things of life do not change: while the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, and day and night shall not cease. Genesis 8:22
(The top picture was taken of my garden in 2003. The cleome
is from this year's garden
od friends at Prairie Pedlar, (beautiful gardens and green house business) invite folks to come at the end of September and take whatever seeds they would like to plant in their own garden. Last Saturday, a perfect splendid early autumn day, I toured the grounds with Jane and we harvested seed from three varieties of Amaranth, French vanilla marigolds, kiss-me-the-garden-gate, and only-the-lonely. I brought home the little paper sacks filled with seeds of promise. In my hands was the future spring: tall Amaranth the color of garnet to border a secret garden, and rope amaranth with it's trailing dredlock curls. Creamy whi
te marigolds that will pop in the evening garden, and wisping Kiss-me-over-the-garden-gate arching like plumes on a Gibson Girl's chapeau. The seeds of a future garden remind me of the rhythm of the seasons and God's promise that the elemental things of life do not change: while the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, and day and night shall not cease. Genesis 8:22(The top picture was taken of my garden in 2003. The cleome
is from this year's garden
posted by The Sermonator | 5:01 PM
1 Comments:
Where are you ging to find room for all those seeds? hehehehe I know you will find room. Your garden has always a joy to see.
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