Whenever I go abroad I like to bring back some seeds. This may sound like a strange thing to do, but surprisingly some varieties are
illegal difficult to get here.
A few weeks ago, I was rooting around and I came across some we had missed out on in our planting frenzy two years ago.
Just for the laugh, I popped them in water for a couple of nights and then planted them in two seed trays.
They all died.
Jean Claude popped his head into this world about six weeks ago [weighing in at a healthy .026 of an ounce].
For a long time he just sat there in the seed tray and didn’t do much. So a week ago, I transplanted him into a huge pot.
He has me scared now, He’s growing like the clappers.
Not only is he growing, but he is sussing out the lay of the land. He would stand there looking out the window. Half an hour later, he would be looking at me. Another hour would pass and he’d be looking at Sandy. Anyone would be nervous of that kind of carry-on.
I had visions of ‘Little Shop of Horrors’ and fed him some meat. He didn’t like that, which was a relief.
Yesterday afternoon, I put a stick in the pot. When I got up this morning, Jean Claude had wrapped himself around the stick for some reason. I’m not sure if he is trying to digest it, or maybe he’s expecting a gale?
He doesn’t look anything like the normal plants we grow, so I checked the packet. It was all in French so I had to do some research. Jean Claude looks like Convolvulus [that’s Bindweed to you lot], but according to my research he is a Morning Glory.
This has me very confused.
I always though a Morning Glory is what most of us men wake up with?