Elias smiled, pouring a pinch of the dust-like grains into his palm. "That’s the point, Hemlock. It doesn't require a heavy hand. It requires faith."
Cut the entire seed head stalks, place them upside down inside a brown paper bag, and hang them in a warm, dry area for two weeks. growing mustard seed
"Mustard?" scoffed Old Man Hemlock, leaning on his fence. "You’re planting mustard? You can’t even see the seeds, boy. How do you expect to grow something you can’t hold?" Elias smiled, pouring a pinch of the dust-like
The planting was anticlimactic. While Hemlock spent days digging furrows deep enough to hide a cat, Elias simply scattered his seeds on the surface of the wind, barely covering them with a rake. For weeks, nothing happened. The neighbors’ bean stalks shot up like green soldiers. Elias’s field remained a patch of brown dirt. It requires faith