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It's Five Minute Friday! Writers internet-wide joining together to write for five minutes (no stopping, no editing!) on a prompt provided by the lovely Lisa-Jo --- for more details and to join in, click here! (If you've never followed through with that link before, please do it now. Her post today is important, whether you participate in FMF or not!)


For Valentine's Day, my Mum gave me a seed bombing kit. If you've never heard of such a thing, it's a simple enough concept: seeds for edible plants (or pretty flowers) are embedded into a ball of clay, then tossed into some forgotten corner that is in need of hope, optimally just before it rains. You could just sprinkle seeds in vacant lots, but making it into a hard ball allows you to chunk it further and get it over fences and such. 

It's a magnificent concept, and one that I've been dying to try since I first heard about it a few years ago. Growing something in a space that's otherwise unused feels like a return to the original Garden... taking an overlooked, fallen patch of Earth and filling it with redemptive joy - tiny seeds, buried, resurrected, and bringing new life to a dark place. (Or maybe that's just my irrepressible sense of Allegory and Poetry coming out...)

Today, of all days, our focus falls on flowers. Roses, mostly, but there will be others (calla lilies are my personal favorite...) Now, I love flowers as much as the next girl (if I have to choose between a delicious iced latte from Arsaga's pop-up stand or a bouquet of flowers at the Fayetteville Farmer's Market because I only have money for one, the flowers always win) but for seed bombs, I prefer the veggies. After all, a flower will bring momentary joy - but a plot of vegetables can nourish the body and the soul. And in that instance, the curve of a crisp lettuce leaf is far more graceful than the smoothest calla, and the bright, cheery red of a tomato is far more lovely than a dozen roses.

And right now, there's a "seed bomb" of sorts being thrown toward South Africa - a project that will change the lives of 400 people there, and will definitely touch others around the globe as bloggers (and readers) unite to love their neighbors and learn that when you give away love, you find when you're through that you have more than you started with. Please, please take a few minutes to click either here (for my version) or here (for a far more eloquent post by the one who started all of this :) and check out the hashtag #surprisedbymotherhood on Twitter for even more posts (there's kinda sorta maybe a little bit of a Valentine flash mob going on...)

No comment prompting this post - just a renewed plea. ^ Click. Go. Love.

Thank you!

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