in it

we have been through quite a few springs together in this space.  for those of you new to this blog, you can read my annual spring musings  here and there . be warned,  they’re kind of a bummer. spring is a transitional time and as with all change, it can be messy.

booo

 

these spring days are so full: our farm team is assembling, the greenhouse is jammed with plants, the high tunnels are busting out spring’s first wave of food, farmers markets are starting up, heck, the milk cow grazing on the green pastures again is giving so much milk, even my simple daily chores take longer.

it’s been three weeks since we have had a day to ourselves, a day off if you will. with guests and apprentices migrating to the farm with all of that seasonal excitement,  we have found ourselves with out a free moment. until today.

this past week we accomplished so much: new fence lines erected thousands of seeds started, maturing plants potted up, summer kitchen opened for the season, pigs sold, chickens given away (sorry cher, our loss is your gain, chuckle, chuckle). the list goes on. last night, as we all anticipated our first true sunday, the kind well earned from a week of hard work, we shared a great meal and smiled at the unfolding of the season before us.

pizza

 

today, the sun shines, the frost of last night is but a distant memory and spring doesn’t seem half bad. through sun and rain, warmth and frost, may this spring unfold flawlessly for us all!

bloom

photo credit mrb

i’m playing a bit more on instagram lately @hillandhollowfamily sometimes, when the days get long and my muscles ache,  a picture and a hash tag is all i can muster.

 

 

what the seeds told me this week

seeds 1Each and every seed carries within it the code for its own doom, as well as for the perpetuation of it’s own kind.

Upon making the effort the germinate, the individual seed itself is destroyed. It’s a beautiful destruction, as it may lead to another green plant, but be it a flower, a weed, or a tree, there is a destruction involved none the less.

The beans have a particularly creative style of accomplishing their transformation, as they use the meaty part of their seeds as the cotyledons, which wilt back as the true leaves mature. Other plants leave just a little husk behind as whatever is left of the seed is absorbed into stem or root, or sloughed off.seeds 4

Seeds have no choice. Given the right circumstances – temperature, moisture, light – a seed uses its inborn vitality and makes an attempt to germinate. If it has been made to wait too long in adverse conditions, that vitality may diminish, and if the moment to sprout never comes, the seed will eventually decompose. Again, the seed’s destruction feeds the living soil.  Whenever a seed gets an opportunity, it plays its part. Even at its own expense, the seed does what it can to bring about more life in abundance.seeds 5

The seed has no housework. The seed doesn’t make apologies. The seed doesn’t juggle a busy schedule. The seed doesn’t linger with good-byes.  The seed has no choice. We do.

Change challenges us. And change is completely unavoidable. There’s something about our capacity for freedom that breeds a spirit of resistance, and attachment. But if we resist the change coming our way, we will still be changed by the very fact of our resistance. If we cling to our beautiful moments, they will never mature into the sacred mundane. If we cling to our pain, we might not find out what it was for.

Some changes are more difficult than others. We are not seeds. We choose. Every moment, we choose, to be awake to life and its changes, or sleep through it and deal with change re-actively, and in the retrospect. To take the bull by the horns, or be thrown. But we can take a lesson from the seeds. They are sprouting up all over the place right now.

The lesson is clear…

Sprout. Grow. Bloom. Set free some more seeds.  Carry on.seeds 2seeds 3

Set aside fear, and vanity.  You will never be the same.  You never were.  Don’t let your unfulfilled potential rot like a seed that never got a chance. When it’s time to grow – let grow.

It’s Life itself that is really so beautiful.seeds 6