<p>Last Saturday, I recycled last season's seed starting mix, sterilizing bowl after bowl of it in an old microwave. Then, I sowed cole crop seeds for the upcoming season, all in my very, very, small kitchen. When I was done, it looked like someone had set off a dirt bomb in it!</p>
<p>At brunch the next day, I mentioned to a girlfriend that I was doing this inside, and she remarked, "IN YOUR KITCHEN?" "You should do that outside, or in your garage". I asked her if she knew how hot it was outside (100+°), or how hot it was in my garage (115+°)? Then she said, "But, you oughtta know better. What would your momma say?"</p>
<p>Upon which I thought back proudly on all the support my mother (who died 13 years ago) ever gave me for anything in my life that was important to me, and I answered, "I know exactly what my mother would do". At which point another good friend (who knows me, and knew my mother very well) chimed in at the exact moment -- "She'd be right there, helping me!!"<img style="float: right; border-width: 3px; border: red; border-style: solid; margin: 5px;" title="MUSTARD & COLLARD SEEDLINGS 08152001" src="http://garden.org/pics/2011-08-16/Gymgirl/09eca0-250.jpg" alt="2011-08-16/Gymgirl/09eca0" width="250" height="250" /></p>
<p>And, later, at the end of the all-weekend seed-sowing marathon, and the late, late, late Sunday night clean-up, I turned before leaving the kitchen. I stood there with my hand on the light switch, looking around at my sparkling clean kitchen, and I thought to myself that dirt can always be cleaned up....</p>
<p>Then, I thanked my mother for teaching me that there are some things in life that are more important than how clean a kitchen is...and, that daring to dream of a seed becoming a meal to feed a family in need, is one of them...</p>
<p>Thanks, Mother!</p>
<p><em>Godspeed, and Good Harvest!</em></p>
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