Letting your plants go seed

When I was a teenager, I can remember waiting in the doctors office and perusing a hunting magazine. I had no interesting in hunting, but it was the only thing to read in the days well before iPhones. Between the articles of using store bought fox urine versus to the real deal for God only knows what, I came across an article that has apparently stayed with me for years. It was a first hand account of a man who successfully tracked down a prized deer, but couldn’t bring himself to shoot it because he was in awe of the beauty and strength of this animal.

As my plants in my garden are maturing, I haven’t been able to pick some of them for very much the same reasons as the hunter above. Watching something grow from seed since nascency, then becoming ripe and the flowering, then seeding, then dying is a beautiful process to watch. It is hauntingly a fast forward preview of our own cycle of existence in this embodiment, and in mankind itself.

I knew I was too late picking my freckled lettuce when I snapped off a leaf and chewed it, only to have an extremely bitter taste in my mouth. I have developed great respect for lettuce plants a they are some of the most disease resistant, insect resistant, drought resistant, and delicious plants that can be grown. When they are mature, they go right into seed making mode and grow a crown on top reminiscent of something truly Royal.

It is odd growing plants in Hawai’i, a place where you can plant any time of year and produce. As this past week was the first day of Spring, many of my plants are behaving like its Fall and either harvesting or going to seed. Rather than greedily picking them all, I am letting some continue their short life cycle on this earth with hope that they will produce more offspring with their withering.

On a bright note, I did harvest my first pumpkin. It was small and beautiful and made my mother in law very happy. I plan to take it on “tour” to show all my students, coworkers, friends, and clients with whom I was showing weekly pictures of progress like some deranged parent. Who knows, I might just eat it one day 🙂

14 thoughts on “Letting your plants go seed

  1. Laurie

    That pumpkin is a kabocha squash! One of the tastiest squash you can find! Especially a nice small one like that! If you don’t eat it soon, I will! 🙂 It’s great steamed and then sautéed with onions. Yummmmm! What a beauty Michael! Congratulations!!

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  2. So...

    Remembered you this morning as I was admiring the flowers in my little balcony garden. The frangipani has a full burst of flowers and it smells so good! It’s like they are little suns smiling… Love your garden pictures and the journey as it evolves. Thank you for sharing.

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    1. yogibattle Post author

      I’ve had that similar revelation that all the flowers are tiny universes. Funny how nature and our minds are hardwired to the infinite once we expand them. Thanks for thinking about me 🙂

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  3. carolee

    I have that problem, too….not wanting to harvest because of the beauty in the garden, or because I’ve become so attached. Sometimes I get over it by just growing such a volume that I MUST harvest or waste, sometimes, I tell myself I’m leaving it so that it can reproduce and do feel better when I collect seeds than I do when it ends up in compost. Nice looking pumpkin!

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  4. k8macdo

    Delightful post! We finally had some above freezing temperatures today and sunshine. I could even smell earth in places where enough snow had melted. I’m having spring garden thoughts! Your post has me dreaming of planting…!

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