Witch’s Incantation for Summoning Tomato Seedlings
By moon’s soft glow and sun’s bright fire,
I conjure fruit that all desire.
Six to eight weeks ‘fore frost’s last bite,
Begin this spell in gentle light.
Moisten soil, a sacred blend,
Fill the cells from end to end.
Two or three seeds in each small bed,
A quarter inch deep, where dreams are fed.
Cover with earth, a slumbering veil,
Whisper rain with watering pale.
Keep it warm, keep it near,
’Til green shoots rise, the signs are clear.
When sprouting spells begin to show,
To the southern sun they go.
Or bathe in light from glowing lamp,
Sixteen hours in sacred camp.
Then rest the seeds for eight in night,
Till stems grow strong and leaves take flight.
So mote it be, with tender care—
Let juicy fruits fill summer air.