One More Last Meal

Today we are burying seeds for the third time. You wouldn't think it would be so hard. Years ago, it wouldn't have been. The dirt wasn't as hard. The air wasn't as stifling. And the sun...it actually came around often.

The first two times, we didn't know how to prepare. Wet the dirt and keep it wet, if you can find enough water. Those are my first and most precious thoughts. If the seeds germinate and can't find their way to the surface, what good is the attempt?

Now we pray. For breezes to sweep away the dust from the air. For the sun to make an appearance from time to time. It has to work this time, it just has to. We've searched the country side, again and again. There's nothing left.

The last meal may have been refried beans. Then again, it may have been dog food. It kept us alive, thank God. But today, we are burying seeds for the third time. Maybe this time, they won't stay dead.