Three Seeds

Monday, August 9, 2010

Katie had never worked so hard in her life. Three hours into the morning and she had yet to reach the back of the garden. “My heavens it is a hot one today,” she told the spotted dog lying in the cool shade to her right. As she wiped her brow and gazed at the endless weed sprouts she thought, “I know this is hard but it is worth it, these seeds will produce.”

Katie had spent her whole life working hard, doing without what others called a necessity but she had no regrets. Her life though full of hard work had been based on the seeds her mother had planted years ago; hard work, just rewards, helping hands and a kind heart. She gazed back at the lazy spotted pup, smiled at the peaceful creature and out loud commented, “We got everything we need, don’t we girl?”

At the very same moment Katie was finding solace in the simple life Beth was trying her best to decide what to wear to work. As she scoured the closet her mind kept wondering. “How on earth am I going to get out of work early?” she thought. Beth had volunteered to help with the community garden. “Why?” she asked, “Why did I overload myself?”

Beth knew the answer; she was just voicing her minor aggravation with the scheduling of it all. Beth, like Katie was doing just what her mother had thought her. “Give till it hurts,” she could hear her mother say, “It will come back to you.” Just the memory of her mother and all she had given made Beth realize; it wasn’t about the outfit, it was about the seed her mother had planted.

Throwing on a simple, yet matching outfit Beth grabbed her bag and headed for the bus stop. Catching the bus and searching for an empty seat, Beth sat right down next to Walter. Walter did not notice Beth, he was to busy with reading his brief to notice anything.

Walter had spent his entire life climbing ladders. Put his self threw school and worked his way right up the corporate ladder. His parents had tried to educate him to the values of real happiness but his only love had been goals and prosperity.

Walter now had his big office, over saw 50 people but Walter was lonely. Staring out the window he thought, “What was it mom use to say?” “Something about seeds and planting,” he recalled but he could not remember the exact phrase. “Oh, well,” he thought as he signed the pink slip never thinking about his actions. As we can see, Walters seed did not grow.

None of us want to be a Walter. Seeds are a vital part to the lives we tend to live. We are all our own seed; the actions and thoughts we pass along each day have the chance of forever returning to us.

For Monday let us start a garden, plant some seeds. They may not sprout this year but next year we may have a bumper crop.

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welcome to my world of poetry said, 

A wonderful post Jules and a good idea, alas where I live the garden is done by contract but I could always get some indoor plant seeds.

Have a good week.

August 9, 2010 at 10:22 AM  
Cruella Collett said, 

A good point. Without seeds, no harvest. It reminds me slightly of our current "Pay it Forward" drabble feature at The Burrow where each mini-story shows a character that does a random act of kindness to another, which in turn triggers a chain of events.

Who knows, maybe this post will be a seed for other posts? :)

August 9, 2010 at 11:43 AM  
arlee bird said, 

I've never had much patience for planting plant seeds in the ground, but I think I've planted a few seeds of ideas here and there that have flourished into something lush and productive. When it comes to gardening my biggest successes have come from plants that just sprouted on their own and I tended to them and they did well. I didn't plant them, but I guess they were meant to be there.

Tossing It Out

August 9, 2010 at 2:29 PM  
Gail said, 

Wonderful idea, now if it will catch on...

Very enjoyable read.

August 9, 2010 at 9:00 PM  
kobico said, 

Good reminder to slow down a bit and enjoy the scenery. Thanks, Jules.

August 10, 2010 at 4:48 AM  
mamadew1 said, 

Good work! But you have reminded me of the kind of seeds I need to plant. I want a garden full of friends. I attended a birthday party yesterday for a lady who was older and the room was full of ladies who had been touched by the wonderful lady. Not because she had a lot of money or done something that No one else had done but because she had smiled and made people feel special when she was around. After all when we leave this world it is the lives we have touched and the words spoken that we will be remembered by not the job we had or how clean our house was or what we accomplished in work place. So I put a smile on my face and try to have a kind word so I can grow a garden of friends and they will produce more smiles and kinder words and make this world a better place to live. Keep up the good work.

August 10, 2010 at 7:19 AM  
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