One month ago I planted some seeds I found in my mother's house after she died last Spring. All month I have waited and waited to see if they would burst through the soil. I check every morning and every night for signs of green. Nothing. When I had just about given up, I found this pumpkin seed, crowned with soil, reaching for the sun. I can't believe the power of that seed! So green, so beautiful, doing exactly what it is supposed to be doing--pushing, growing, reaching, bringing forth new life.