Impatient Horticulture

I am not the gardener in the family. Never have been. My mom had a decent sized garden when I was a kid and she taught me the basics of crop rotation, watering, and weeding. I took advantage of plucking fresh string beans off the vine and popping them in my mouth (and yes, I did get yelled at to wash them first).

Now that I have my own house and yard, I’m still not the gardener. The Husband is the get of a seasoned veteran of growing and tending plants and other landscapey pursuits. I get input on what gets planted and what vegetables we’ll try and grow but, it’s his domain. It’s just as well, though, my flesh is of the “burns crispy” variety, so not spending copious amounts of time in the summer sun, isn’t the worst thing to have happen.

That being said, I do get whims. This is how we ended up with purple carrot seeds.

Today’s silliness is no different. We had a spider plant. We brought it inside the garage before the first frost in the fall, but never treated it with insecticide before bringing it into the house. So. Ex spider plant.

I noticed during our Spring cleaning that the spider plant managed to live long enough to seed. I stole some excess dirt from a re-potted sheffalera (different story entirely), grabbed five seeds, and threw them into a plastic cup this morning. I don’t have a lot of faith in its success. But I don’t care! It might work!

It hasn’t sprouted yet.

I’m impatient.

Nope. Definitely hasn’t sprouted yet.

2 comments

  1. What about now?

    …Now?

    Keep watching, any second now! 😀

  2. Ah, nerts. Not yet. 🙁

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