As I look around my kitchen, I see various collections of seeds...seeds to be banked. They are not organized and they are in all stages of curing.
Some sit on wax paper, others in bowls still contained within the fruit that bore them. Some linger on the windowsill, and others are on the fence in the garden, drying in the sun.
If you are not a gardener, you may think this is an odd arrangement- dried bits hanging around on the counter tops and windows etc, but to me the seeds are as much a part of my future, as they have been of my past. I like looking at them, and thinking about them.
November has arrived and another season of growth is complete...I harvest another generation of plants whose fruit has been chosen for flavor, or bearing or size.
...Some of these have been with me for a decade...carefully selected and set aside for the years to come. Seeds that contain hidden promises, waiting for their season...encapsulated... little miracles of life.
Today I put some of them in my seed bank. Since I have been doing this for many years, I have produced certain seeds that are very well suited to my garden and soil and climate. No company could ever produce seeds like these. To me, they are priceless. Miracles to put in the bank.