Plant Diaries: 17 Octobre 2025

 15 October 2025 saw a rather fragile time of me. I dropped my seedlings and lost my pen --- my life blood. Writing this with the pen of another feels like writing on a prostheses --- with a limb I never thought I could miss.

But there is hope. When the seedlings dropped, the second sprout of borage was severed by the stem, the other two left unscathed. My nasturtium seedling broke one-fifth the way down its tap root. I breathed, and picked them all up into a tray. Took whatever humble being in me to bend down and pick up the dirt from the ground. I slid my hands in between the crevices trying to look for the partner nasturtium seed that I could have sworn saw sprouting. But it was lost into the Bermuda Triangle that every household tends to have.

I filled decent sized pots with an aerated seed mix to prevent rotting and buried them seedlings stem deep. I gave them all my blessings and placed them in indirect sunlight.

2 days later and they seem to be getting along just fine.

Plants are such resilient things --- more resilient than I thought and that is resilient enough. All I had to do was give them a chance for if I had thrown them away, I wouldn't have known what mutants they are. Even broken things need to be given a chance. Sometimes broken things can fix themselves (with the help of others of course).

I was devastated to have lost that sprouting seed. But if it were sprouting, then that is a sign for more to come. It's telling me: "live on for the others, I am just a seed afterall; of hope; of dreams and ideas, for others that will come after me. Live on, the plants need you and you need them."

True enough, today, I saw a nasturtium sprouting in a seed box. 

Today I will be going to the garden centre to get some sand, soil mix and pots. Then eat lunch with mummy.