A sure sign of spring is a solarium filled with little green sprouts. The season is on. These days I am busy patting down soil mixture, misting baby sprouts or transplanting to larger pots once the first leaves appear.
Starting a garden from seed is glorious work. Everything is so easy and comfortable. Inside the solarium the temperature is perfect. There are no cold winds. Coats are not required. There are no pesty bugs irritating me. Unlike typical gardening I don’t have to squat, lift or bend to pull weeds. For the most part I am comfortably sitting at a table dropping tiny seeds into prepared holes or standing over my plants at waist level.
I’m fascinated by the germination process. Some of my sprouts are growing so fast that they change hourly. Nature is indeed a miracle.
In honour of their gift to me, I have written a short poem.
Willed by timeless forces
Hope nuzzles its way through the soil
And emerges bright green
Tiny and new, a living filament stretches up towards the light
Two cotyledons unfold
Claiming their space in the world