When people hear the phrase seed saving, they often think about plants — varieties preserved, flavors remembered, genetics carried forward. And while all of that matters deeply to us, seed saving has come to mean something much bigger in our life.
For us, it started with our kids.
When our two oldest were around 10 and 8 years old, Jesse and I looked at each other and realized it was time for some real work to become part of their days. They had been begging for chickens, so we agreed — and converted our little garden shed into a chicken coop. At the same time, we expanded our gardens, and with that expansion came responsibility.
They hauled hoses and filled tanks. They weeded. They planted. Whatever the chore was, they stepped in and helped. It wasn’t always exciting, and it wasn’t always easy, but it was meaningful.
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When we moved out to this property, the work didn’t stop — it grew. The gardens grew. The responsibilities grew. And slowly, so did our kids.
Now we have children who are old enough to take on what the world would call “real” jobs. I watch our oldest working sometimes and I find myself getting teary-eyed. She’s doing it. She shows up. She knows how to work — and work hard.
Our next oldest has been asked by neighbors to watch their farms and care for their animals. He does it willingly and with pride. Around here, we joke that he’s our yard and maintenance guy. Weed-whipping fence lines isn’t his favorite job, but he’ll throw on an audiobook, a podcast, or some music and spend the day getting it done.
This — this is what seed saving really means to me.
It’s not only about preserving plants. It’s about planting values. It’s about tending responsibility, patience, and follow-through. It’s about trusting that the work done quietly, day after day, will carry forward.
Our dream was to raise kids who know how to work and aren’t afraid of it. Somewhere along the way, that dream has been taking root.
Our oldest has said more than once that she misses being here and working alongside us. And if you ask me what my future vision looks like, it’s having our kids here — working with us, growing alongside us, carrying pieces of this farm into whatever they build next.
I don’t tell them that part just yet. They’re still at the age where they’d shoot me down pretty quickly.
So for now, we hold that vision gently. We keep showing up. We keep doing the work in front of us.
After all, one of them already misses it.
And just like saving seed, some things take time, patience, and trust before you ever see the full harvest.
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