My favorite part of gardening only lasts a few hours. It is the time that it takes the little sprout to push itself out of the soil, straighten up, and fold out it's first two little leaves. It is sad that this little moment goes by so fast, but I suppose if it lasted longer it wouldn't seem as precious.
In case you are wondering what these little guys will grow up to be, the answer is tomatoes. Millions and millions of tomatoes.
In case you are wondering what these little guys will grow up to be, the answer is tomatoes. Millions and millions of tomatoes.
"As
we think about the imagery of succoring the weak, lifting up the hands
which hang down, and strengthening feeble knees, I am reminded of a
sweet seven-year-old showing her grandfather a small tomato plant she
had started from seed as part of a second-grade school project.
She explained that from one tiny seed would come a plant. And if the plant were cared for, it would grow many tomatoes that would each have many seeds.
She said, “And if all of those seeds were planted and grew more tomatoes, and you planted all of those seeds, in a few seasons you would have millions of tomatoes.”
“All,” she said in amazement, “from one little seed.” "
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