Planting Seeds Together

We sat across from each other at the table on the back porch, a pile of peat planters on one side and a stack of seeds on the other.

Jon perfected his technique by putting the soil in a bowl and spooning it into the small rectangular planters.  Half full of soil he sprayed it to moisten then add two seeds, mostly Zinnia, but Cilantro, Basil, and Batchelor Buttons too.  Then another spoon full of dirt and more water.

My method was a little messier as I scooped a handful of soil and sifted it between my thumb and fingers over the ten-pack of peat pots.

Then we wrote the name of the plant we hoped would sprout on each ten-pack and put it in the little portable greenhouse.

The greenhouse is as tall as me with four shelves for starter plants and a plastic cover with a zipper door.  We moved it three times already and still aren’t sure it’s in the best place.

I never wanted to have children, but when Jon and I first got together I was in my mid-forties, and for the first time in my life I understood why two people in love would want to have a child together.

For me, it was the feeling of wanting to create something with Jon that came from the love that we had for each other.

We never gave birth to a child.  But I feel as though through our art and the farm we have hand-made a life that nurtures creativity and gives birth to many small sparks of life.

That’s what I felt as Jon and I carefully separated the tiny seeds and patiently placed them in the small cups of soil, laying a thin blanket of earth over them, and providing them with the water and sunlight they need to grow.

We did this quietly, talking little, which is unusual for us.

I worried the work would be tedious and was ready to leave the bulk of it for Jon to do.  But after filling 100 peat cups it only made me want to plant more seeds. So we went to the Hardware Store and bought two hundred more peat cups to fill.

That’s when I realized that planting the seeds with Jon felt more like a meditation or a prayer than a task to be completed.

When we were done and looked at our little greenhouse full of life waiting to come into being, I thought that we had done it again.

Even if none of the seeds ever sprouted,  we had created a beautiful afternoon together full of peace and the hope of life.

Jon planting seeds

5 thoughts on “Planting Seeds Together

  1. Thank you for this beautiful post, Maria. I can’t wait to share it with my daughter. This is what I always wanted from my marriage but my husband and I were so different that we just never did these kinds of things together. He has passed away now but I like to believe we will do that in another lifetime. We did however create a daughter and that is the best thing we ever did together. So much came up for me as I read this and lots of tears. Bless you. Wendy

    1. I’m glad to hear that it touched you so Wendy. I think many people even when they get divorced, are grateful they came together to have their children. I like the thought of you getting to do the things you want to with your husband in another lifetime.

  2. Maria, the way you expressed your seed planting day with Jon was nothing short of not only beautiful, it was a heartfelt expression of the way you feel about him. Many people in this world are not as in touch with their feelings as you are. It is a wonderful thing to be able to express your feelings so eloquently. My husband and I used to have a small garden next to our driveway. We planted all kinds of vegetables. Alan used to say that we should charge a dollar for each radish because we watered it so often. It was a calming thing to sit out there on a lovely sunny day and “harvest” our small crop of veggies. I loved it. He passed away about six months ago and it seems like ages since we did things together. One of my favorite times was when we would find something funny and we would laugh until our sides hurt. One doesn’t know when life changes so it is best to find those special days and cherish them. It is best to do things together and laugh until your sides hurt.

    1. Jane, I’m so sorry to hear about the death of your husband. Your story and advice is precious. And your beautiful story brought tears to my eyes.

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