Eternity Was in That Moment

‘Each hour of the day sets free some lovely thing.’   —Louise Beebe Wilder

Seeds are life in miniature.

Not miniature like an atom, of course, but the kind of miniaturized beauty I can hold in my hand. Perfectly designed, yet diverse in shape and form, I can feel the texture, marvel over its simple complexity, delight in the ingenuity behind it, and finally, with wild abandon and seeming carelessness, scatter these fractionary bits of wonder to the four winds, knowing the future of color, bloom and fragrance has just been set aloft.

Seeds are a time capsule in miniature. Travel back in time via seeds. If you save seeds from your own harvests, you can give your senses a trip through the ages. Heirloom seed cultivating gives you a chance to savor the sort of cucumbers that a Roman emperor once fancied, or to smell the perfume that Cleopatra once had strewn about her rooms.

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The secret—the oh so marvelous secret—is held bound in these strange and lovely packets. For it is a secret, this life. We don’t understand it, we just benefit from it. A gift.

Seeds are eternity in miniature. They can freely distribute a sense of timelessness, and give regular infusions of hope. They are tiny powerhouses, manufacturing a future of food, color and fragrance. How fascinating is this miniature world—this little factory, really—busily working away unseen to our eyes! Or, to put it more mundanely, while we are doing dishes, driving to work, adding new batteries to our remote, or whatever else occupies our day, seeds are storing energy to feed us, wow us with fragrance, or dazzle us with color. Making us happy. All timed—all designed by a designer—to go off perfectly, in season, and sun or rain.

‘It is only to the gardener that time is a friend, giving each year more than he steals.’ — Beverley Nichols

In the world of design, there is always the underlying question—‘who did it first’? For design follows design. Biomimicry, biomimetics, call it what you will, it’s a fascinating subject.

Like seeds, ideas are nurtured, gathered, carefully stored, and passed on from one generation to another.

Do you know the Designer of this perfect gift? If you do, thank him. And share the bounty. Sow seeds of gratitude.


Additional notes:

For another example of a design and engineering marvel–the honeycomb–I loved this article.

Coming soon: Maurice on the Bee…

Quote credit in title: William Congreve

Lists To Dream On

IMG_3376What to read next? New lists forming daily as I unpack my library and rediscover old ‘friends’…in the meantime, a poem that lists several of my to-be-read, or currently being read; all books having to do with the cooling atmosphere of water, rivers, or bridges. (It seemed like a good summertime theme!)

Reading
Quiet pools
warm words lapping
Sound of turning pages
sticky with sand
of seaside Sanditon
dappled, light-strewn
amber beaded
with the sparkle
of Jane

By Homer’s amplitude
we Odyssey
with mighty ones
For journeying
on the wine dark sea
“is the thing”
that maddens
While we search
for friends worth dying for

Frenchman’s Creek
shall you lure me
to your quiet shoals
insistent on romance?
Stay your swashbuckled
wandering feet
Free your thoughts
To pirate instead
amongst the stars
Boldly you pillage
Sweet contentment

Captured heart!
lovely oh lovely web
of gauze-like frailty

To The Lighthouse we go
There are words enough
for connoisseurs
and dabblers alike
Grooming my middlebrows
I’ll smile as Virginia
once smiled

What mind next allures me?
Shall we seed these books
In lists cascading  
Layered in waterfalls
Of refreshment
Or shall they be stacked
To suggest
some dreaming spires
of Barchester Towers?

I don’t know
It shall play out
that’s the beauty of it
For you or I
The learning comes easy
In Sweet and Twenties
and summer days
For Still Glides the Stream
When words pool deliciously
In dreamy rivulets
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