What Are You Planting in the Age of Corona?

     Is coronavirus a convenient “boomer doomer?” That’s what I heard some students call it. Others claim it’s the “boomer remover.”     I’m in that category of the more than a third of American adults who are most vulnerable. We’re the group that experienced our springtime long ago. Then in the summer of our days, we planted careers and families. We harvested the yield from that work in our sun-drenched autumn. But now, are we nothing but frozen fields in winter, waiting to be plowed under by plague?     
     Not me.     
     I’m a farmer bravely casting forth seeds of encouragement. Of challenge. Of kindness. Whatever good I can spread in my winter season, I release into the wind, trusting it’ll produce a crop eventually.      
     My brain and brawn aren’t what they used to be. But experience has rubbed away much of the unnecessary chaff in life. I’m wiser now. My heart beats steadier for what matters - truth, justice, and mercy. I’m not jostled as easily by the arrhythmia of fame and fortune.      
     I’m following Robert Lewis Stevenson’s advice to “Judge each day not by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant.”     
     I’m scattering winter wheat.     
​     What are you planting?