I love spreading plant seeds by blowing on a dry dandelion head or setting off an exploding impatiens seed pod. But my own seed I never wanted to spread. Too many examples of poor parenting in my immediate family for me to feel even remotely qualified to be a parent myself.
That said,
seeds are really important: seeds that grow into produce, plants that shed oxygen,
and plants that give fiber for clothing. And more metaphorical seeds of
information, art, and inspiration.
Let us all
spread our seeds freely, and hope for a good harvest.
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