In November last year I planted my chilly plant. In a few
days it flowered, and for many more days after that nothing happened. I waited
and waited some more, but it bore no fruit. I worried why? For some reason the
flowers were not pollinating. I read online that chilly plants are self-pollinating,
so I blew gently on them so as to displace the pollens. Two days and still
nothing. Then one site suggested I use a
small coloring brush to gently move the pollen closer to the stigma. Again, didn’t work. ☹ Then
finally one evening, there was a big thunderstorm (I know, very filmy - “Toofan
aya” type, right?) And lo, ‘Anther aur stigma ka milan hua!’ My chilly plant finally
bore fruit. To my surprise it wasn’t the green chilly I expected. The baby chilly
was plump and yellow and grew facing heaven – but it was unique and it was mine.
To think of it, gardening is so much like parenting –
- Patience is the key!
- Every plant grows at it’s own pace. Some are just late bloomers.
- You know not if you get a yellow or a red or a plump or skinny – but what you get you accept and love.
- Every plant is unique and has something to be proud of. My otherwise cute-looking yellow chilly for example, will put the Habanero to shame. Yup, I am rearing a ‘teekhi mirchi” 😉
1 comment:
Loving each quirks and each story. Yes story telling is the key !! You gotta be fan who is gonna come back here for her daily dose of gyan. Thanks for sharing.
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