Remember elementary school? Seems to me we were always growing things on strange mediums. Grass on sponges, beans between paper towels in Ziploc bags, sunflowers in egg cartons, etc. My all-time favorite is the avocado pit in the mason jar, skewered with toothpicks and suspended just above the water. The pit totally KNOWS the water is there and starts sending out roots. Then, if you're lucky, it cracks open at the top and shoots out some leaves. On my way back from errand running on foot, I snapped a little baby shoot off an agave in somebody's yard. Inspired by avocado pit memories, I made a loop in the middle of a length of floral wire to hold the baby agave, then bent the ends up and over the edges of a jar. There it is on the right, barely dipping its bottom end into some agua. Hopefully it will send out some roots, and not die. That would make me feel guilty, since I brutally ripped it from its mama without a second thought. I may have also snapped those roses off a bush in front of a church. I think Jesus has already forgiven me. They smell fantastic, BTW. Anyway, agave is super cool. Did you know there
are a couple HUNDRED different varieties? I may be prone to exaggeration, but not when it comes to agave varieties. Not the sacred source of tequila (fun in a bottle).Here's something else I'm growing in a jar. Something I also "borrowed" from a neighbor's front yard. Some pieces of jade plant. Which is not as cool as agave but practically indestructible. I dig that quality in plants. It inspires me to be a little more resilient myself. Check out the burn mark on the fence right above it. Oops. Looks like I almost burned the apartment down. Again. With a JAR.
always, carolyn
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