Going To Seed

The end of the summer my garden looks tired. The fullness of its summer glory has passed.
 Stems become spindly, the flower heads dry. As the air begins to cool, acorns plunk on the roof and maple seed 'helicopters' twirl silently to the ground. Dandelion wishes are carried away on the wind.

My grandmother explained the phenomenon when I was a kid. We would walk through her garden and she would pluck a seed pod from one of her lilies or morning glory vines. Opening it up and showing me all the little potentialities inside the husk, she'd say, "See, it's gone to seed." Then she would toss the handful of particles into the flower bed, where they'd rest, waiting for springtime to awaken them.

                                              Sunflower in varying stages of seed maturation
                               

I have always been fascinated by seed pods. They are unique and intricate works of art. Seemingly dead and inconsequential, they contain the miraculous.
Velvet Leaf, seed pod already emptied 1/2015

 Cattails 1/2015

 Hibiscus 2009

I see the connection we humans have to all of nature. Studying her helps me to understand how we are tied to the natural laws. We have our times of smallness, of feeling we do not fit in this big, bold world. We weather harsh seasons. Sometimes we are alone in the cold. We have spring time awakenings, physical, mental and spiritual. Opportunities to make life abundant come upon us. We create and we bloom. We have our summer of fullness. We are strong, well fed and we thrive in the heat. We work hard. We are rewarded. We get tired. Our blooming slows down, then stops. We have spent our stores of strength. We give from what we have learned. Thus, we go to seed in our own way, as does all of nature.

Canna Lily from the backyard 1/12/15


Within all of us are miracles lying dormant, gestating in the quiet darkness. The soil of the mind is a fertile place where we cultivate thoughts and ideas as the garden cultivates roses as well as poison ivy. We need to tend to the garden of the mind well, less it should become overgrown with the briars that prevent the beautiful things from flourishing.

Tending the garden is hard work. Tending the mind is infinitely harder. A whole lot of trouble can come from the most inconspicuous little thing. We are so easily deceived by beauty, abundance, charm. We listen, we hear what we like, we take it home and give it a nice place to root. Later, we find planting the little idea was a lot easier than digging it out.
Four years ago I found a gorgeous little purple flower in a field in the country. The seed pods looked like miniature string beans and strangely, it was producing flowers and seeds simultaneously. The seeds were round and black, the size of a single sprinkle on a birthday cupcake. I took a few home and tossed them into the garden, hoping maybe one would come up. In spring I was delighted to see the first blooms.

Purple Vetch Spring 2010  

By summer the plant was choking out the Yarrow. I began pulling it out of the ground but couldn't keep up with how fast it reproduced. I have had to diligently watch for its first sprout each spring. After four years it still manages to come up somewhere in the yard. Without the flower, there is no seed.  Thus the saying, "nip it in the bud." Invasive and poisonous ideas are similar.

1/2015

Jimson Weed, also referred to as Devil's Snare, seed pod revealing it's deadly seeds. All parts of the plant are poisonous. Jimson weed is invasive, which means it is one of the first plants to cultivate itself on newly cleared ground. The flower is beautiful, resembling a large white Morning Glory. Georgia O'keefe's rendering of it fetched the highest price ever paid for a female artist's work. At auction in September 2014 it sold for 44.4 million dollars.

My grandfather taught me the very best fertilizer is manure. Every year in spring, much to my Nana's disgust, he'd get a pickup truck load of cow manure from the dairy farm nearby. He'd spread it over the entire front yard. It smelled and looked appalling. By the end of May he had the greenest lawn on the street. What are we fertilizing in our thoughts? Goodness, kindness, mercy? A greener, happier existence for ourselves and our fellow man?
The negative Ism's love fertilizer too. Egotism, racism, sexism, alarmism.
The roots we nourish determine the harvest.

I could have saved myself a lot of trouble if I'd sought knowledge about that pretty, little, wicked vetch. I should have done the work. The work of seeking to understand. Why didn't I do that first? Naiveté, misjudgment, apathy, laziness? Beguiled by beauty? None are good excuses. I learned a valuable lesson.
Learn as much as you can before you place a seed in the ground or an idea in your mind. Seek to understand. The most vibrant gardens, and souls, are the ones daily tended by discernment.
We find solace in the presence of each.