Long story über short: I bought a ripe mango at the grocery store (something I do a couple times a year) and shared it with my kids. They loved it.
I loved that the seed pod was cracked open, and I could wedge out the seed.
Cut to me frantically googling the best way to get this bad boy to sprout...
Thank you, Interwebs! (Yay!)
So it’s been a few weeks, and this poor little guy has been living with toothpicks (it used to be a pair) jammed into his sides. And at one point, I was worried he was rotting and I was wasting my time.
Why do I reference my mother?
Well, because she was a natural green thumb—or at least tried her best—and a half-tame guerrilla gardener, too—she was constantly (and surreptitiously) snipping leaves (of other people's plants) to begin her own plants from cuttings, transplanting wild things to better locations, or sowing wildflower seeds in bare ditches just because.
Hence, I see a possible freebie plant in the shape of a giant mango seed, and am instantly overcome with the urge to make. it. grow!
And it is growing!
Almost time for potting soil, methinks...
