The dissemination of seed, the sharing of knowledge, nothing is more human.
Cause and effect, means and ends, seed and fruit, cannot be severed; for the effect already blooms in the cause, the end preexists in the means, the fruit in the seed.
No better metaphor as the sun passes the autumnal equinox, day and night dark and light.
We try harder to spend more time outside, but find ourselves returning to the house at dark.
The end of tomato seed saving is in sight, the dry or storing crops will hold, and will go to collect them in thick flannels.
The smell of smoke returns to the air and our clothes. Everywhere around us the natural world is changing, a metaphorical display of drawing inward.
Fruit flys are replaced by yellow jackets.
As the rapacious orgy of summers love wains, we remember what we ate barefoot with sun on our faces and juice on our chins. Replaced now by the cooked and concentrated stored things and return of the snap of greens and roots.
Wet process dry process
If the mind is clean the seeds are clean