What the WHAT? Signs of Life

After traveling to Wisconsin twice over the last three weeks for funerals and memorial services, I woke up with renewed energy and looked forward to “Birthday Week.” Wanting to catch up with writing and blogging, I planned to take care of a few errands first. Imagine my surprise when cleaning up the breakfast dishes. I discovered this in my garbage disposal.

plant in insinkerator

How could a plant germinate on the rubber shield? Three weeks ago, I donned rubber gloves and scrubbed that filthy thing with bleach. We don’t eat sprouts, so it had to be some kind of seed that stuck in the crack. A pumpkin seed?

Then a thought struck. My dad obsessed over the garbage disposal. He believed he could “dispose” of any leftovers including bones. I remember my teeth chattering and the whole house vibrating while a chicken leg gyrated around the drain. He drew a line at turkey and steak bones, but not for the lack of trying a few times.

plant close up

I’ve never seen anything like this. Do I think it’s a sign from my dad who died on October 18th? I don’t know. It’s probably more of a sign that life continues. The irony? My sister, son and husband will celebrate their birthdays over the next nine days. It cracked me up. Thank God I didn’t eat an apple and press the core down the Insinkerator last night. I would never have seen this tiny plant.

A few weeks ago I felt guilty when we cut down a few bushes and trees in our yard even though they had become eyesores. They seemed pretty happy with their gnarly selves. I’ll try to transplant this strange little miracle, but I doubt I’ll be able to extract its fragile root system.

This would be a great photo for a meme:

When life goes down the drain, look a little closer.

This is your mind on the INTERNET. (Leftovers going down the garbage disposal). This is your mind UNPLUGGED. (photo of tiny plant)

wonder happens

Any ideas for other memes?

My sister, Patty, kicks off Birthday Week today. Happy Birthday, little sista! I bet you’d love a seedling this year…

Patty McCartan

What do you think about the appearance of this tiny sign of life? Time to clean the Insinkerator again? Has anything grown in your garbage disposal other than the usual suspects?

Since it’s the most ornate Insinkerator I’ve ever seen, I’ve linked it to The Weekly Photo Challenge even though they probably had something else in mind.


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  1. Life Happens. My father passed away three years ago, and his brother died not long after. On the morning of my father’s memorial service, as we got to the church, we saw two elk standing on a hillside nearby, in beautiful silhouette against the morning sun. Dad and uncle? I thought so. This seedling is definitely a connection with your father. Whether it survives or not, the message has been sent and received. Nice post.

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    1. Thanks, Maggie! The more I think about it, I agree. It is a message. The tiny seedling is transplanted and still alive, for now. Fingers crossed.
      The day before the service, a bald eagle swooped down in front of our car while we drove to a landscape center for chrysanthemums. It was gorgeous. I had never seen one close up in the wild. It was pretty majestic like your elk. Amazing what we see when we are looking.

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  2. Wow! That’s trippy. I’ve never seen or heard of such a thing, but leave it to you to find it. Hoping that the plant grows in real life, as a tribute to your father, as a reminder that life can be sublime.

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  3. Well that is indeed strange. I’ve never had anything growing on, in or near my garbage disposal. Obviously something took root in there. Maybe something that feeds on bleach? Hmmmm. Inquiring minds want to know.

    I still like the phrase, “Bloom where you are planted.” Looks like that little plant did just that.

    Anxious to see what happens here.

    Patricia Rickrode
    w/a Jansen Schmidt


    1. Thanks, Patricia!
      I’ll keep you posted. I transplanted it into a little glass vase and will keep my eye on it. No more traveling for a while. Whew! Isn’t it funny how all the strangest things happen to me? Remember the cross I found after driving around for three days? I have all kinds of stories like these. Good thing I remember to take pictures!

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  4. Your little seedling made my day, Susie, for the miracle and the beauty! Instead of a garbage disposal, we have a compost heap outside, so lots of plants are eventually nourished by all our compostable vegetable scraps. The best part, that reminds me of your tiny seedling, is the tiny mouse that lives at the bottom of our compost bin, and sometimes we catch a glimpse of him/her.


    1. That is a perfect place for a little mouse friend: Outside. Ha!
      This was a crazy surprise. Danny was only gone for a total of seven days while I’ve been gone for almost two weeks. I’m sure he ran the disposal while I was away. Super crazy!


  5. Susie! You continue to amaze me with your ability to find the beauty and humor in every situation. Love this. And Bloom where You’re Planted, as Al says, yes! xx


  6. It’s a sign Susie. From Dad, from the cosmos? Both. All of it. I do believe the people who pass from us continue speaking to us. Their language is foreign to our senses, but you’re right about keeping your eyes open. Because it’s there. You found it!

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  7. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy…”
    Dads always know, and they will do whatever is needed for their children. I have rocks, you have plant.
    Obviously a smile, a family joke, and encouragement.
    (Keep that baby warm and sheltered – looks like winter is arriving there…big tender leaf responsibility. But everyone knows you can do it.)
    Happy to all!


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