Plants related to the ancestors, to the grandmothers. Poppy seed and buckwheat groats. I grow them less for actual harvest and more because they delight me and help me to connect to lives I never knew. Who were these people, especially the line of mothers, that I never had the chance to speak with? They live in my imagination, rather than my memory. I'm sure they were flawed, as are we all, so in their archetype-ness they can do no wrong...offering only wisdom and beauty. I see (feel?) them in these plants in particular, so connected they are to their historical homeland.
The first bread seed poppy of the year bloomed this morning. I've been watching the buds for a couple weeks now. I saw the purple out in the garden as I lifted the blinds this morning, and knew the first thing I wanted to do was go catch its essence.
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