Seedtime in Our Mary Garden

Few people visit our Mary Garden these days because of the pandemic, but that doesn’t mean there are no visitors at all. Birds fly in to its fountain to drink, a stray cat wanders through occasionally. Insects, a solitary butterfly, flit through the spring flowers.

Seeds are our main visitors these days, seeds in abundance, mostly from the Norway Maples and conifers around us, but there are others. Small seedlings we haven’t planted are showing up all over our garden floor.

“We live in a world of seeds. From our morning coffee or bagel to the cotton clothes we wear and the cup of cocoa we might drink before bed, seeds surround us all the day long.” Thor Hanson writes in his delightful book, “Seeds” (New York, 2016) 

Seeds are the way plants reproduce, and this is that time. Hanson describes a seed as “a baby in a box with its lunch.” They come in all shapes and sizes. Seeds from our Norway Maples have wings; the conifers send our their seeds in armored cars. They come in abundance. Some of these babies will be grow to be maples and conifers.

 

Here we are in spring, seed time, an abundant time. The seeds tell us that. Do they also tell us to learn about God from them, a Springtime God, a Seedtime God? 

Seeds nourish, unite, endure, defend, travel, Hanson says in his book. They’re traveling now. Grasses, like wheat and rye and others, travel most. They’re built to travel far, every where.

Early Christian commentaries often spoke of the Bread of the Eucharist made up of so many grains of wheat, seeds gathered from the fields to be scattered out again bringing life wherever they went, everywhere.

I go out as much as I can to our Mary Garden these days. It’s a book to learn from.

12 thoughts on “Seedtime in Our Mary Garden

  1. kayceecsj@verizon.net

    VictorSoooo happy I (we- Mary Ann and I) were there yesterday for a “private” tutorial..  Love you and thank you … Will soon add my “rock” from the Mexican/ US borderKaren

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  2. Liz Forest

    Pretty garden setting! Some seeds are unwanted; they are called weeds. Many a gardener’s backaches have come from pulling weeds. That will be a job for the “younger” monks! I am using a book of meditations called, “Opening to God” by Carolyn Stahl which has a photo of dandelions on the cover. The dandelion might help us look into how and where we plant seeds. This familiar plant pops up in many places, free to explore widely, taking no notice of the judgements of others. Some call it “weed” others use it as herbal remedy. The puffs with seeds can travel as far as 60 miles. Does the dandelion challenge me to let my seeds blow far and wide?

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  3. Gloria Ziemienski

    Stars on Our Kitchen Table

    I picked them all last night,
    little white Stars of Bethlehem,
    Mary flowers for Mary Gardens,
    as a garden book described them.
    They’re tenacious, persistent,
    survivors, wildflowers or weeds,
    depending on what type of
    gardener a person is.

    Two weeks ago I pulled their leaves
    and some bulbs out of the ground,
    but they came up again
    and blossomed anyway.

    I put them in a small glass bud vase.
    They closed their petals for the night,
    but now those white stars
    are shining brightly
    on our sunny morning kitchen table.

    Gloria Ziemienski
    May 14, 2008

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  4. Gloria Ziemienski

    Lion’s Teeth

    Ubiquitous
    Tenacious
    Undaunted
    Persevering
    Gardener’s anguish
    Children’s delight
    Summer’s herald
    Tasty brew
    Salad greens

    Love me or hate me,
    you can’t overcome me
    I am “dent de lion”- lion’s teeth,
    the bright yellow Dandelion

    Gloria Ziemienski
    January 16, 2008

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  5. Peg and Howie DePol

    Beautiful reflection, Fr. Victor!
    Howie and I remember the gift of your presence at St. Mary’s with our dear Pastor, Fr. Bausch.
    What wonderful memories…so special to see, hear and read your reflections on Victor’s Place.
    Be blessed, Fr. Victor!
    Peg

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  6. Andrea Florendo

    Andrea O. Florendo
    June 10, 2020

    You never look at the world until you come to a garden.
    Oh the tales they tell!
    A seed, a flower, a twig or a tree——each has a fascinating story to tell.
    Each carries a hidden possibility of a word coming from God.
    Sometimes, insignificant objects that you see everyday
    suddenly have a magic of their own!

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