“The Possible’s slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination.”
We have already had snow and single digit wind chills here. Yet these Austrian winter peas, planted very late, still grow.
My friend Dawn gave me a couple generous handfuls of seed to play with. I’d never heard of this hardy cover crop that doubles as a tasty wintertime salad green. But Mother Earth News had the full scoop on planting Austrian winter peas. So somewhere between transplanting herbs and cooking up harvest stews, I threw those seeds in the ground.
I’m so glad I did!
This is the time of year when nighttime slams down on us pretty hard. A time for diving deep and dreaming. Those tender sprouts remind me that sweet tendrils of possibility can thrive in this liminal space.
I’ve been spending a fair amount of time in a space of unknowing. Allowing guidance to emerge organically, and playing with a deeper trust than I’ve ever had before.
And I love walking out my back door and seeing my little crop. If I never get to eat the shoots, I’ll be perfectly happy just with the view.
Thanks to Yes Magazine‘s Winter 2015 issue for the stunning Dickinson quote.
Lovely post. Life keeps going, even in the dark and cold. Thanks for the reminder. Love Emily Dickinson.
How wonderful to find a kindred spirit! Thank you for your kind comment.
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