[Preliminary Thoughts: VII]
Seeds hold within them all the hope of summer, in the middle of winter. They are captured sunlight, encapsulated photosynthesis waiting to leap vertically in celebration when the timing (and weather) is right for a party. Seeds are a type of agricultural anti-depressant. And they are such a helpful metaphor for life and faithfulness and truth.
Seeds are more than metaphor; they are literally our hope for next season. Anyone that has saved a tomato seed from one euphoric tasting scarlet globe in August only to do it again from its offspring the next summer, will attest to the magic and power of such an experience. True agricultural sustainability (and delight) depends on the biodiversity preserving practice of seed saving.
I plan on exploring seeds as metaphoric and literal lessons about truth. It’s sure to be fun!
