This “blogging thing”

Plant or child's toy?

Plant or child’s toy?

Greetings!

At the start of this ‘blogging thing’, maybe it’s best to share a bit of my start in horticulture.  I suspect the goal of this site is to share my musing, perspective and horticulture expertise to those who may wish to hear.  I wonder who you are!  I wonder what sort of relationship we are going to have!  So, I’ll begin with a bit about myself.  The resume is a bit of a bore so let’s begin with some stories that you won’t find on the resume.

One of my first ‘horticultural’ memories is really a tale of destruction and guilt.  I was five.  I was allowed to walk a few blocks over and play with my friend, Craig.  He was a bit of a wildcat and instigating all sorts of trouble.  We would make up fantastic milkshake concoctions.  I am not sure how much chocolate syrup is appropriate in a glass of milk but I am sure we well surpassed the limit!  On this particular sunny day, I can image that school was out, Craig’s older sisters were our unattending supervisors and we found ourselves playing in the front yard without even a stick to play swords.  Well, we fixed that.  A mature, rather lovely, Agave attenuata was growing peacefully between the two houses and seemed to provide the perfect sword.  This agave is delightfully blessed by not having thorns, so a little boy could easily reach in, grab an elongated leaf by the base and rip it off in one clean jerk.  Easily done!  This went on for quite awhile.  More leaves were acquired and the poor specimen took on more and more of a lollipop look.  Now the delightful bit about being a child is that one can not look into the future and predict a consequence.  We were ‘in the moment’!  The guilt came later – actually much, much later.  I don’t have any memory of Craig’s mother offering us any feedback though I suspect she had strong opinions on the subject.  When I was at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo, I learned the latin name for this plant and the impish memory crashed back upon me.  I cannot but think of this woeful tale every time I see a mature blue agave now.  I am regretfully aware of just how slow they grow and the patient care necessary for them to achieve a large, unblemished, mature stature with that lovely silvery-blue waxy sheen on each leaf.

And, so it begins…  my tales will continue and certainly they can only get better!

Signing off for the first time – Brian

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