Ahhhh, sweet organic corn on the cob from the garden.  You began your life planted as kernel-seeds in trays on the dining room table which had been moved to the window to take advantage of the sun … no special lamps for you.  And still, you began to grow!

Each morning, there was ooo’ing and ahhh’ing as trays were checked
and your efforts to burst forth from the soil were watched.

Ten tiny seeds. That’s all you were.  And then came the day when you were strong enough to be transplanted.  You stretched to the sun and tassels and cobs began to form

“Are they ready to eat, yet?”  The waiting time was long.
“Not yet.  They need to be rounder at the bottom.”   The waiting time was very long.   
And then, finally, the harvest!   First, two cobs for dinner – then two more – and then one night, dinner was … corn cobs!   Just corn cobs from the garden.  Feast!

Ten little seeds, you served us well.  But in time, you withered so your stalks were cut and your roots dug out to make room for the fall veggies that are being transplanted in *your* place this coming week. And the cycle of life will begin. Again.

And,  as it was with you, so it is with us.

As a seed was planted we began to grow, to bloom, and grew some more until the day comes when we tire, begin to wither and ultimately leave.

And then,  a new cycle of life begins.


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