I’ve slaughtered a maracuja.
(That was on May 10th, by the way.)
I made a huge mess fumbling out all the little passion tadpoles in there. It was way more than I thought the little maracuja shell would be able to hold. Behold!
Freeing them all of the slimy persistent flesh was QUITE some work. Ultimately, it yielded almost 90 seeds (yay so many!). I planted them into a flat saucerthing meant to catch surplus water from balcony pots, put a glass thing from the fridge over it (don’t need it in the fridge, my milk values some space when standing upright – also, I don’t want to put drink packages sideways though I might know they are sealed firmly. Weird, no?) for increased humidity aaaand granted it a special sunny place on my table.
Since then more than a month has passed, but the interwebs has told me I need to be patient with passion flower seeds. However I often don’t have much patience so I occasionally find myself screaming at the seeds to start the heck growing. Lulz just kidding.
WELL, so 2 days ago, I woke up and there was this THING to greet me – this THING! I might call it a sprout. I had almost given up hope that anything would ever start living there. I think I can hear it go “Hey there world! I’m a happy little sprout! I’m here to grow and make you happy!” =D
As is probably rather obvious by now, I do love plants. Not obsessively or anything, but seeding something like this and then see life grow out of it and evolve and lean towards the sun and yearn for water is wonderful.
And you open like a flower
And I open too
I have found that what you seek
Is the perfect flower and it is in you,
And I only wish you knew
Gazpacho – Upside Down