Remember how I told you that I'd tried to grow an avocado tree for years, suspending the pits over water with toothpicks. Never got anything. A while back, I was eating my avocado toast for breakfast and pondering things, and finally reached the conclusion that Mother Nature did not get out the toothpicks and a glass of water when she wanted to start an avocado tree...the avocados fall on the ground and they grow. Or they don't.
So I began pushing my avocado pits down into a pot of soil that once held a plant which had met an untimely end. (Disclaimer: I am not Mother Nature. Things sometimes don't make it at my house.)
I got an avocado tree and I was thrilled with it. I got a nice pot for it, and I transplanted it when it was about a foot tall. It promptly died. I took its passing pretty hard. The pot was a nice one, dammit.
Anyways, I kept shoving avocado pits deep into the soil of that empty pot, and lo...another avocado sprouted up. I'm kind of running out of room at the office, so I hauled it up to the greenhouse for the summer. It seems to like that environment very much. It is over waist high and covered with leaves. But here's the crazy thing: tonight when we went up to check on the garden, I watered my plants in the greenhouse. I now have 3 avocado trees!
On Pat's suggestion, I bought 'My Father's Glory, My Mother's Castle'. It arrived today. Perfect timing, since I finished 'Perfect' yesterday. (Side note: I'm ready to take a break from Rachel Joyce. I enjoyed 'Miss Benson's Beetle'. I enjoyed 'The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry' although i must admit that it got kind of tedious by the end. 'The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy' dragged on and on...I was quite ready to see the end of that book. 'Perfect' had already been ordered so I read that. I noticed that the last of it began to drag too, but she did throw in quite a plot twist that made you sit straight up. They were good 'work books' because they were light reading, but heavens, I am tired of people's lives ruined by their consciences. Especially when it seems like they're feeling awfully guilty about things they had no real control over. (Oi, Jeanie, save the lecture sistah!)