These seeds are the lifeblood to my
farm. Without them I can not grow, and through my pictures I was
able to appreciate them more. All of their different sizes, color,
textures and personality. It is like looking at old friends, ones that
I see every few weeks as I pour them into my hand seeder and sow them into the earth
during the growing season.
When I started farming, I never forgot
the feeling of it being a miracle every time you planted something.
You wait in bated breath that they will germinate. It could take days or weeks to see something happen. Most
of the time they do sprout, and abundantly. But it is that hope you feel, the hope that keeps you going. It is in the tiny emerging
leaves that the magic doesn't end and hope for Spring begins.
- Amanda
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Roma Beans saved from my friend's
garden- thanks Helen!
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Onion seed looks like tiny stars and a
geode moon
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Beets in a favorite vintage tea cup
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Cilantro Seeds in a shell
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Dill seed held in a tiny hand
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Pumpkin seeds with a fox figurine
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More Roma beans in a tiny pot from my
grandmother's collection
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Carrot seeds along with a tiny pot lid
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Cucumber seeds scattered over a rock
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Green Kale seed emerges out of a snail
shell
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Spinach in a sweet piece of glassware
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Tomato seeds in my Dad's tiny vintage
toy truck
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