I've never had any luck growing plants directly from seedlings and actually getting a good size plant, so I'm going to try this. I put the strawflowers in my little nursery, and I've already thinned them once. I transplanted all the dichondria into bio degradable pots, hopefully they grow well in them.
Unfortunately, I only have one Gerber Daisy that actually grew from seed. (12 seeds for $4.99 and only one geminated!!)
I still don't know the name of this plant that reproduces from its leaves, but I planted one of them as well. Got to do some research to figure out what kind of a succulent it is.
I think I need to find some kind of plastic protection over top, to keep the moisture in, so they don't dry out.
Felt really good to get my hands dirty, I chose to not use my gardening gloves. Brought me some peace, and I feel closer to God as a result of spending this time watching tiny little things grow. If I can be this patient with seeds, looking at cotyledons knowing that they look nothing like the mature plant they will become, how come I can't be this patient with myself? Why do I expect myself to be that big gorgeous yellow and orange flower, complete and full of purpose and direction, when I haven't gone through all the steps that these tiny tiny little seedlings have to go through?
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