The thermometer reads 9 degrees this morning...Our horses are fed and watered, and I am back in my kitchen, cozy and warm. Here I linger over my second cup of coffee, idly thumbing through a seed catalog that arrived in yesterday's post. Fondly I think of our own flower garden-- and of Siobhan. My lovely daughter inspires me...
With pleasure I think of all the hours she spends, happily digging and toiling in the Summer heat, patiently kneeling and planting seeds... I love how dedicated Siobhan is, how diligently she works; how gently she places tiny seeds in groups and rows, how tenderly she covers them with sun-warmed soil; how she bids them "sweet dreams" at Autumn's end, how she watches for their joyful awakening in Spring...
I love the idea of those seeds sleeping there, safe and warm beneath the cold ground...
Siobhan's Seeds
Beneath booted feet
the seeds of Summer sleep,
unaware of Winter's wonder.
Cold winds blow
and snowdrifts grow--
still the little seeds slumber.
With a pillow of peat
and a thick mulch sheet,
the sleeping seeds are serene.
Deep in their beds,
seedly thoughts fill their heads...
dreams of sunshine and Spring.
--Grainne Brennan
Jan. 9, 2014
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