yes, it was a new word for me too. landraces. i knew there had to be a word for what i was thinking in my head and this is it. i’m watching the indigo bloom- it’s tiny delicate pink and white blossoms emerging on slender green shoots. and i’m thinking about where the seeds came from. not the seed that planted indigo in my head and heart, but the seed i planted in the soil last spring. these seeds came from Rowlad Rickets Indigrowing blue project in Indiana. and now, as i watch the blossoms growing to create the seed for next years crop of indigo i wonder…
will this crop of seed adapt ever so slightly to my zone 10 garden? to the location in the yard where i planted it? to my helicopter parenting? will it commune more readily with silk in the dyeing process because i fed it with the frass and castings of the silkworms? these are my wonderings. and as i searched for a word for this process of adaptation i came across landrace .
…species which has developed largely by natural processes, by adaptation to the natural and cultural environment in which it lives.
as i read more into this i wondered too, if i myself am a product of this sort of adaptation.
it seems we all are.
landrace…a reason for seed saving.
jude is saving seed, fumiko is saving seed. are you?
this leads to bigger wonderings. what exactly is a seed?
it had been devilishly hot here lately. a meltdown in fact. yesterday a breaker in the sub panel went down and now no electricity where i do my work. a bump in the road. hopefully all will be restored without too much time passing. fortunately today we are being saved by a coastal eddy and fog so cooler heads can prevail.