My favorite tree, the one that regales me once a year with an astonishing display of cascading yellow flowers, makes a pod , a sort oversize bean, wherein are the seeds/beans.
For weeks if not months I have tried to make the beans sprout. It is possible, I know because that is what Chuck and I did to make the tree that I have now.
It is possible, I keep reminding me.
I even went so far as to collect a pod from a tree growing miles and miles from here, thinking that maybe mine were not pollinated.
And now, as I checked the pots this morning, I saw a tiny little green spear sticking up of the soil. One little guy. Sure there are a few others but I am not too sure about their lineage they all look alike at the early stage; but this little birthday growth, that is the real thing, because I can see the bean it is growing from, and that is the one I planted.
I am thrilled and nervous. I want to protect this little growth, make sure it gets all it needs. Ward off any and all leaf-eating insects and creepy crawlies. But then again maybe I should just let nature take its course. It has before. Still, a little help won't hurt. One tiny little helpless spear.