Dear Mr. Avocado Tree, my humble apologies
While rushing around this morning to make up for a late start, I bumped your home jar and broke off one of your tripod supports (aka ancient soaking-wet toothpick).
Even though I dropped everything and rushed to save you, I still heard little avocado’y gasps of terror as you lurched sideways toward the yawning chasm at your feet (aka the dining room floor).
On any other day, I’d tend to blame Annie ‘Godzilla’ Wingnut the Cat, but I can’t. She was on the floor, glaring up at me in disapproval as my elbow hit the sharp pointy thing on top of the place where plants are supposedly out of reach of the cat but aren’t really.
They’re not safe from ditzy gardener elbows, if today is any indication.
Wingnut the Cat is not an avocado tree killer
Wingnut the Cat has no problem jumping up on that out-of-reach place, slinking through the four-plant jungle with the grace of a jaguar and not knocking a single leaf out of place.
I, on the other hand, am not a jaguar.
So, dear Mr. Avocado Tree, I fear I may have knocked ten years off your lifespan and left you with a lifelong limp to the left. Or right. Or west.
I will continue to care for you with enthusiasm, changing your water every time it turns greenish and gasping with glee each time a new leaf appears to think about sprouting.
Be forewarned, Mr. Avocado Tree
I can’t be sure that my ditzy elbow won’t send you reeling and teetering toward the floor next time. We’ll have to get you planted in dirt soon, so please hurry up and sprout two more leaves so we can follow the directions in the video that started me off with this avocado growing nonsense.
Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy the new jar and tripod. Let me know if you want an Epsom salt soak for that crooked root.
To your garden success!
Casey – the Garden Lass