So I am over the moon to see my little plants producing the first fruits of my labor (well my fannying around, really), it's like giving birth all over again without the drugs. I remembered to tickle the flowers with my fingertip although there are enough bees around here I don't think pollination would have been any problem at all. I have almost trained Syd to water my little plants every day when she gets home from school, there is that slight problem with the nozzle on the end of the hose in that it's almost impossible to adjust it from anything other than pressure washer mode. Those poor plants are a little weary from the tornadoes inflicted on them once (almost once) a day! They start out standing up eagerly awaiting a drink, looking all bright and pretty, and end up flattened and soaked and wondering wtf hit them... poor bastards they don't deserve to be in the care of my family, they ain't done no wrong mister.
So... here it is... my first baby in about ahem... what... squirm.. twenty seven years??? I have to say it's like riding a bike, although now that my sense of fear is good and established I couldn't help but fear nothing was going to become of all the love and tender