I love avocados. I like to make guacamole. I like to smash ‘em on everything bagels. I like them on toast with (or without) scrambled egg. Avocado is excellent on a turkey sandwich. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…nah; I won’t. But I really like avocados.
I keep trying to sprout a seed. Once I was successful. It make a nice big plant–I named it Planty. I don’t remember how it met its death–all my plants meet untimely demises. So I save the seed from about one out of every five or so avocados I use and put in water with little toothpick props. Then the cats Hugo knocks it over (he has an obsession with seeking water from vessels other than his water bowl). Or I just neglect to replace the water when it evaporates.
How did my kid make it to adulthood? Way to go, Kate! Obviously, she didn’t need to be watered.
Anyway…this one has a root and I have great hope for it.
So… very… thirsty…
“Shut up, Hugo. You’ve got water.”