Seeds seen from the edge

There’s a rhythm to the growing season, often moving almost imperceptibly from one stage to the next without us noticing.

Until we do.

On the edges of paths, the Wild Angelica have been gracefully offering their little white florets to the sun and are now putting all their energies into the seed heads that replace the fading flowers.

Swelling daily, these tiny seed heads hold the future.

SEEING SEEDS

What is a seed
but a bundle of hope
encased in juicy flesh,  
the sweet promise
of new life.

+ Sue Heatherington

Where are our seeds?

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿