I’ve scooped out the seeds from the pumpkin-that-grew-itself at the bach. Saving the seeds of the best plant, in order to sow them in the spring, is the way to ensure a successful crop next year. This pumpkin deserved to be saved, for it grew through a season when I wasn’t there to water it regularly. It grew, it ripened, and it tasted good when I turned it into soup this week.
The envelope was ready, and I invited Mira to draw a pumpkin on it, so we would know what seeds were inside.
Orange of course was the colour. ‘I’m going round and round,’ she said. ‘I’m making a circle.’ And so she was, in her own way.
I’d shown her the half pumpkin that remained, and the inside where the seeds had been scooped out, so she knew about the circular shapes.
Finally the envelope was ready. I added a label, and Mira a sun. There it is, all ready to ripen the plants when they are sown in the spring time.
Saving the best. It works not just with seeds, but with memories, friendships and other special relationships. In spring when the ground is warm once more, we will dig manure and compost into the soil and plant the seeds. My father taught me how to garden, and as I teach Mira, the best of that learning is passed on to her. Maybe one day she will pass it on in turn, as she pulls out an envelope for her grandchild to decorate before slipping into it a treasure trove of sun-dried seeds.