Just Imagine!

Look closely.  It is NOT a bedbug.  It's a tomato seed; an heirloom tomato seed ordered from an heirloom vegetable seed catalog.  Now I am not a survivalist by nature, but it is a bit unnerving to think that most of our seeds and vegetable gardens are hybridized.  They will not reproduce good fruit.  If anything happened to the grocery stores, if fuel became so expensive that we could not afford to buy groceries, if we were left having to grow our own food, it would benefit us to have seeds we could then save from year to year.    I planted one seed in each little valley in a clear plastic egg carton which forms a small greenhouse when closed.  That little greenhouse is basking in the sunshine on the south porch.


What really struck me about the seed is this.  It is a picture of resurrection.  It's an empty shell full of tomato DNA.  Unless it is buried in the dark dirt, it will never come to life.  Given a choice, I expect it would decline being sown.  Who would say yes to a dark grave?  But.  Unless this tiny seed is baptized by dirt, it will be blown away like chaff.  That seed has to trust the Master Gardener.  The seed has no idea what it will become if it trusts the Master Gardener.  The Gardener knows but could never explain it to a seed.  The seed does not have that much of an imagination.  A tall green vine?  Red tomatoes that could feed a family?  What the heck does that mean?  The Gardener knows.  He designed the seed, the vine, the tomato, the sunshine, rain and the dirt, fertilizer, and farmer.   Is that not amazing?  I think so.