I have a bad habit of sticking seeds and plant pieces in the pots of other plants.
I tell myself I will remember this. I will know what it is when it grows up.
I have done this too many times to keep track of what was stuck where.
So along with the designated plants in the pots, there are mystery plants.
I find a pieces of a plant broken off. Which plant? What color?
No matter. Stick it here in this empty spot.
I have a habit of purloining seeds.
I spent a whole day with this piece of picked-off-the-tree citrus fruit in my bra.
I did not remember it until that night while changing into my pajamas.
I did manage to label those particular seeds.
Not that I wouldn’t recognize the mean little seedlings with their lethal thorns.
I have moved a “mystery tree” around the yard for years. I knew I must have had a reason for planting it in the kids’ sandbox.
It finally bloomed this year.
It is a peach. I now realize it was the pit of a long-ago snack eaten by one of my now-grown children. Mystery solved.
While clearing out a box this morning, I found this.
Could it be a seed from a Tuscan pear? We shall see.