69! bar steep fall 29.84 3mph ENE dewpoint 49 Spring
Full Moon of Growing
Boy. With the temps in the high 60’s the full moon of growing has matured during the right weather.
Good news. There are Jews just across the city line into Coon Rapids. Both Cub and Rainbow have many shelves with matzo meal, borscht, chicken bullion, matzo soup mix and potato pancake mix. Bad news. Manischewitz has back ordered passover approved matzo. Bummer. So, we will have to anoint the regular matzo as ok for passover. It’s ok; I’m a minister, I can do that. Not really, but what choice do we have?
The world as a whole is miraculous and in its parts, too. I put more seeds into small plugs of earth, readying them for life under the bright lights until the weather is congenial for their presence in the big show outside. Each seed I handled, most very tiny, a few bigger, say half the size of a small pencil eraser, had all that was necessary to produce a beet, a morning glory, a cucumber, basil, rosemary. All these mighty engines need is a bit of help. Water. Light. Some nutrients later on, but in the beginning they carry their own food source, stored away from a plant long ago gone to seed, perhaps compost now, but it lives on in these small parcels.
The imagery was impossible to not notice. I took a pick-up (Adsons) and deposited the seeds into the crevice in the center of the small prepared plug of earth. After I dropped in the seed, my role finished. The rest is up to the seed and the things that nudge it into action. Later, plants. Food captured and processed, food made from light thanks to another miracle, photosynthesis. Think of that: food from light. That’s what these living parcels can do. Something we couldn’t do, ever. No matter how learned and wise. If not for photosynthesis, we’d starve to death in the midst of abundant energy.
