22 Potato Planting
Potato Planting
Some things from youth continue with you to old age. I can still remember the potato planting days. After my Dad had tilled the soil, we went to work. It was my job to drop the little seed potatoes in the rows along with handfuls of manure. My father then covered them all with the freshly turned earth and built the mounds in which the potatoes would grow.
For months afterwards, I would glance over at the garden while I played outside and wonder what was going on underneath the ground. When harvest time came, I was amazed at the huge size of the potatoes my Dad pulled out of the soil. Those little seedlings had grown into bushels and bushels of sweet sustenance. They would be turned into meal after meal of baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, fried potatoes. They would keep the entire family well fed throughout the whole year. It truly was a miracle to behold.
Thinking back on those special times makes me wonder how many other seeds I have planted in this life that have grown unseen in the hearts and minds of others. How many times have those little seedlings to provided another’s soul with sweet sustenance?
Every single day of our lives we step out into the garden of this world. Every single day we plant seeds that can grow into something wonderful. We may never see the growth that comes from the kind words or loving acts we share. We should hope then that we always tend the garden around us with care. We should hope that we plant only goodness, peace, and compassion in the lives of everyone we meet. We should hope that every day you help miracles to grow.
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