Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over and whispers “Grow Grow” ~The Talmud
Every year, I endeavor to tease life from green monogrammed Burpee seed packets. After I shared a personal essay about growing plants, Christy sent me the angel quote–a magnet that used to set on her mom’s refrigerator. Her gentle insight and perfect words set the mood for an entire Saturday of sanitizing pots, potting soil, graph paper, and happy hibernation in the pre-dawn of spring.
This process gives me joy. Seeds in the palm calm my heart while the anticipation of what happens next quickens my breath. But with this elation, comes a quiet sense of self-doubt–bordering on brooding and a foreboding of failure.
I can’t believe these little capsules will grow. Grow, baby, grow!
There’s no way I’m doing this right.
Did I press too hard?
Not hard enough?
Is it too soon? Shouldn’t I wait?
Then, after three short days of waiting, I am rewarded with God’s annual message.
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature’s laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping its dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.
~~Tupac Shakur The Rose That Grew from Concrete
Thank you for spending this quiet time with me today. If you need to find me, I’ll be hibernating in my greenhouse for the next 6-8 weeks. xo