Planting Time
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Spring has sprung in the Sierra Nevadas but one would have a hard time telling it as snow still lies all around. Even in the foothills there are areas with still a foot of snow. Yet, a young manís fancy is yearning to plant seeds.

There are hundreds of different seeds eligible to be planted in the mountains. Each only await their introduction to the fertile ground, fertilized by rotting pine, cedar, oak and other leafy droppings from the trees. Who will sow all these different seeds? Maybe not me as I am growing old in years. When the seeds are planted, will each become a productive plant?

Who owns this fecund field so vast? Will the owner allow seed to be planted? I am thinking that he will as I know him pretty well. He wastes no space in his vast holdings.

As soon as the last snow disappears, he will also come forth looking for someone to begin planting seeds. All he asks is that they do the right thing by all the seeds planted. Weeds will need to be kept out, the right watering technique will need to be used. Growing seeds in the Sierras is not like growing seeds back on the East coast. Easterners depend mostly upon the rains of spring and summer to propagate their crops but Westerners do not have that luxury in the growing season so crops must be irrigated either by sprinklers or by ditches filled with water leaking into the roots of crops.

As seeding is finally done, with tender care by the planters, each seed produces, if it is a fertile seed. As we all know, some seeds cannot produce as the seed has no life in it. This brings me to another topic, not so much unrelated, but to make a point. During this Covid19 epidemic many people have stepped up helping others out of the kindness of their hearts. Offering to bring in groceries to the old folks, sharing what they have with neighbors, and generally sowing seeds of kindness wherever they go. It will be interesting to see what kind of crop these seeds of kindness will produce. It has been said that the smallest light can be noticed even in the darkest night. Sowing seeds of generosity and kindness is the light emanating at this time, no matter how small the seed.

As harvest finally arrives, when all the planted seeds have produced the life inside, who will harvest all that was grown? Where will the production be stored? If the planter is a true farmer at heart, he will know what to do with the finished crop. There was One who said so many years ago ďPlant all these seeds in fertile ground, step back and let them grow as planned. Each seed will produce of its own kind and as for who will reap the crop, donít worry about that!Ē

We Americans have become a bunch of worry warts! We worry about things that happened many years ago, we try to look farther than tomorrow and worry about what will be then we ignore the opportunities that lie right at our doorstep and refuse to see what should be seen at the present time. Letís all be up and planting during this great adventure we are experiencing in our very lifetime. No seed, no matter how small will be futile as it is planted and nurtured. Whoís to say that the compliment you give to the one who serves you at the grocery store or at the medical center will not produce a wonderful crop after the darkness has passed and sanity is restored?

Keep on planting and stop digging the seed up to see if it is growing! You might kill the seed!