#tree seedling

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy flew around the frosted garden, which despite the bright winter sunlight lay mainly in the shade, for the early January sun still travelled so low in the sky that the rocky hills which surrounded Algy's home prevented it from reaching much of the lower levels, and every tree and bush cast a deep black shadow many times as long as its height.

This also meant that if the winter sunshine did hold any heat at all, it failed to warm the ground, or the plants and creatures which dwelled upon it, and so the penetrating chill of the frost made Algy's tail feathers tingle every time that he stopped to rest.

But as he fluttered here and there, trying to keep warm, Algy suddenly noticed a bright green spark among the pale, frosted grasses, and notwithstanding the icy stinging in his nether parts, he paused for a while in wonder, for a tiny, fresh green spruce sapling was pushing its way up into the light as though it were a balmy day in spring and not the depths of the wild west Highland winter.

Of course it was growing in the wrong place, for once it grew to adulthood it would tower over everything in the vicinity, so Algy knew that when the weather improved his assistants would have to move it to a more suitable location. But for the moment he simply marvelled at its resilience and courage, and he lingered for a few moments longer to quote some lines of a poem he had remembered to the brave little tree, and provide it with some words of fluffy encouragement:

Our last connection with the mythic. My mother remembers the day as a girl she jumped across a little spruce that now overtops the sandstone house where still she lives; her face delights at the thought of her years translated into wood so tall, into so mighty a peer of the birds and the wind. Too, the old farmer still stout of step treads through the orchard he has outlasted but for some hollow-trunked much-lopped apples and Bartlett pears. The dogwood planted to mark my birth flowers each April, a soundless explosion. We tell its story time after time: the drizzling day, the fragile sapling that had to be staked.

[Algy is thinking of the first two stanzas of the poem Planting Trees by the 20th century American writer John Updike.]

[anipgarden]

I went to my first plant swap and man. It was WILD.

Keep in mind I heard about the plant swap a little over 24 hours before it was happening. I have no plants to exchange, I barely even have seedlings yet. But I do have a bunch of seeds so I decide to roll up and see what I can do.

Its from 2 to 5. I show up at 2:12 and its mostly houseplants. But the local library branch has a tent and they’re letting people check out some gardening books they brought if they have a library card on them!

So I checked out “Seedswap: The gardener’s guide to saving and swapping seeds” by Josie Jeffery!

Woohoo!

(They also told me that if I want the library to set up seed libraries I should email showing interest because a lot of librarians have suggested it but public interest is needed 👀 special reminder to email/contact your local library about adding seed libraries if you haven’t got one already!)

I considered leaving but I decide to hang around and see if anyone else comes around with stuff that’s more my fancy (no disrespect to people who like houseplants but I have a 99% killrate with them and they’re just not my vibe) and

Y’all

I obtained a Boxcar tomato, a Blackberry Lily, a variegated pepper, a hibiscus cutting, loofah seeds, okra seeds, and FOUR (4!!!!) peach tree seedlings!!!

HELLO??????

I spent like 6 bucks total (1 on a peach tree seedling, 5 on the pepper) and the rest was just seed trades (or the peach tree lady just… giving me more peach trees for being nice. Be nice to the elderly you might get peach trees out of it.) I was there for like an hour and a half TOPS.

(I had to pot up the peach tree seedlings myself but this is still a W in my book lets see if they survive)

So uh

WOOHOO

[wildrungarden]

4/20/24 ~ I found this tree hidden in my gardenia bush out front growing. Anyone know what kind it is? I pulled it up and planted it in a pot for now till I figure out what kind it is ☺️

[humbleserfofalandlessman]

Two experimental carvings from the last couple months. I have to say, I’m proud of these. I often feel like I unintentionally emulate other artists work, or unconsciously need things to look more or less realistic. That often results in a level of dissatisfaction I have trouble naming after I print a piece.

These two are both freehand (as in no sketch/planning) carvings of the same subject—an acorn I picked up at a local park and have been sprouting since September.

I have a lot of plants. And I love envisioning their interactions with the world. While I know they’re not silent or still, I will only notice their movement incrementally. I can only imagine their life impacting the space. Vibrations of un-stillness emanating outwards. Contacting me subliminally.

That’s what these prints are all about 🌱

“Life Raft” relief print on Rives BFK cream and Lokta natural paper 14”x14”

“Unstill Life” relief print on Rives BFK cream paper 10”x12”

[patriciastrike]

Maple tree seedlings - we called them helicopter seeds or whirlers when we were kids.

[lostintheuniverseslies]

A Quiet Little Seedling Plants

Chapter One (listed as mentioned)

Spider Plant

Dwarf Umbrella Tree

Alpine Sea Holly

Violet

Peony

Saguaro

Lilac

Stromanthe Triostar

Syngonium Strawberry

ZZ Plant

Heartleaf Philodendron

Spiderworts

Willow Oak

Next: Chapter 2 Plants

[wildeviolets]

Got a cheap plastic greenhouse in the mail today that I've just put up and a couple days ago I got two little trellises so I can plant peas in one of my raised beds 🌱

[westernstarofthenorth]

Only one of the seeds in the Bonsai Kit I bought made it, sprouted and is now the cutest little baby Pine tree 💚🌿🌲

[cherries-with-sweets]

Falling into the hobby trap of thinking I'm not doing it enough to say its a real hobby.

And then I realized that I'm growing peas, potatoes, beets, strawberries and tomatoes on my small balcony. In addition to a red currant bush, several herbs and various flowers. In addition to my indoor plants.

Maybe, just maybe I'm already gardening pretty hard for someone without a garden.

[batnbreakfast]

A great day at Kew Gardens: The conservatory and the houses were most impressive, the architecture and art absolutely amazing.

[pigeon-feet]

its very amusing to me when skilled horticulturists know fuckall about native plants

[mjhartwork]

2,000 year old Protean vessel lid, depicting three Proteans from different stratums of Selhadro. Considering the open mouths pointing towards the lid's handle, it was most likely used to store food. This artifact was dug up, alongside many others, during a mining operation on Lagopus that broke into the remains of a museum.

[cptappleobservation]

The group of five (5) apple seeds have taproots already growing. Three (3) of them have longer ones while the rest have taproots just peeking out.

The group of four (4) have split seed shells.

The remaining group has no taproots growing or split seed shells.

I planted the ones with taproots and split seed shells.

The thing with apple seedlings is that they tend to have a high mortality rate/they're more likely to die. Their first year is their hardest. If they make it past their first year, they're most likely going to be crab apples; not dessert apples or any kind you're probably used to seeing in the store. Not to mention, the fruits won't be like either of their parents due to genetics. Personally, I'm fine with that.

But I got these seeds from an apple I was eating.

[mechaffeine]

Apple trees don't grow true to seed and they take a decade to start producing fruit at all

But in a decade i'll still be ten years older so if the time will pass anyway then what's the harm of growing my terrible little apples?

I hope none of them are even remotely delicious to me as a human. I hope they all suck. (If one of them comes out a tasty new kind of apple I will of course be pleased but chances seem to be slim to me)

[b-blushes]

baby silver birch (?) buds, blueberry buds!

[continent-of-wild-endeavor]

There was a good-sized stand of pawpaw trees down by the branch at the new nature preserve. Sadly, not even the largest ones had any developing fruit on them. I think most of our wild patches are too far apart to effectively pollinate each other.