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Monday, March 16, 2009
The Little Brown Seed
 O, little brown seed in a furrow,
At last you have pierced the mold;
And quivering with life intense,
Your beautiful leaves unfold
Like wings outspread for upward flight;
And slowly, slowly in dew and light
A sweet bud opens—till, in God's sight,
You wear a crown of gold
Ida W. Benham
A snapshot of our first seedlings sprouting, cabbage and cauliflowers.
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