1001. Cabbage seeds


(The last story is almost the same as the first. This story perhaps explains why these 1001 tales are called “Cabbages Seeds”.)

I’ve stopped gathering for a minute. I thought I’d tell you how an Angel showed me a field and gave me a spade and a sack of cabbage seed.

“Dig the field and sow the seeds,” the Angel said. “When the cabbages are ready, God will take you away.”

I began to dig and in my joy there seemed no night. Sometimes I looked towards the trees near the fence. I think there were further fields afield.

And now the seeds were planted. They sprouted and I knew every leaf. Not a weed survived! Sometimes I’d chase a butterfly. It was like a game, like a children’s game. Maybe the butterfly was God in disguise coming for a look.

Months passed and hearts began to form. Soon God would come. I’d been asked to grow these cabbages for heaven! It was a joke and I was jester.

Then I knew. They were ready for harvest. God would take me away for it was the time of the Angel’s promise.

But there’s no telling with cabbages as to the moment of ripeness. It could be now, but then again, it could be in a while.

I waited.

God did not come to get me. The cabbage hearts broke open and the stalks grew into a field of yellow flowers. I have gathered the seeds into an old sack.

(That completes this series of 1001 stories, 101 music compositions, and 35 poems. The “collection” has been moved to the website at Stagebarn. Thank you for walking all or part of this journey with me.)

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38 thoughts on “1001. Cabbage seeds

      1. Susanne

        I think my final comment was too insipid. Let me rephrase. Your posts have given me so many laugh out loud moments in the past few years – more than all the cherries the squirrels have stolen. Your stories became a part of my daily routine and if I didn’t read one for some reason my day didn’t feel right. Even as I write this I feel wobbly knowing you won’t be there tomorrow. Carry on, Bruce. I will, of course, but I’ll need a cane.

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  1. Yvonne

    And now, there is no tomorrow
    So we’ll chant a dirge of sorrow.

    You’ll be missed so much, Bruce Almighty. Thanks for all the twists and turns in your road of words.

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  2. simon682

    I was standing in a field. I may have been lost and the field may have been cabbages. Someone – it may have been God – introduced me to an old storyteller. And I was glad. I listened to his stories and his stories filled the field. And it was good. With great admiration and best wishes. Simon.

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  3. exiledprospero

    I made my way to the stagebarn (took one wrong turn and ended up in a ditch, at first). One thousand and one stories is a lot of stories when you see them itemized like that. Awesome, really.

    Though I was a late comer, I have come to admire your deadpan-edness (if that’s a word), your sharp sense of the absurd and of the macabre, your knowledge of music and literature, your wonderful humor. I could go on. All this I will miss.

    Next time I plant cabbage, I will think of you. I’ll call it the Bruce Patch…

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thank you! And do plant a cabbage (or two) – and why! I think I just might plant a banana in remembrance of an Exiled Prospero. Since they don’t have seeds it’s possibly a bit of a waste but the thought is there. Thank you for your kind comments.

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      1. exiledprospero

        I’m working on a banana-cabbage hybrid in the laboratory (secret laboratory, that is). It will be bright yellow, peel easily, and will make wonderful sauerkraut. As soon as the seeds are beta-tested (is this what they do with seed?) I’ll send you some for a small recompense.

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  4. Sylvie G

    Thank you for all the fun and surprises. I will miss trying to guess the twists in your stories. Apologies for leaving the blogosphere abruptly and with no warning. All of a sudden, I just had to take a break, but as a result, missed the last days of your blog. I hope your moving houses will go smoothly and that you will come back, eventually, when you have settled down. Thank you for everything 🙂

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thanks Sylvie. I have thoroughly enjoyed our association over the time. Am looking at moving to “your island” – maybe the Blackball-Reefton area. Don’t really know yet.



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