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« on: May 18, 2014, 01:53:45 AM »
I don't remember planting them but I do remember my dad saying one day, "OK, its time to harvest the peanuts...!" my sisters and I got exited and ran out to see how these peanuts would be harvested and how they would be eaten. They grew right in the sand in the front yard next to the beach. Following the little vines and pulling them up was fun, opening the shells and eating the raw nuts... not so much. Only after we had gotten our mouths full of the unpleasant taste did Dad tell us that they tasted better roasted…
My next experience was planting cassava. Dad had brought home some sticks and asked that I help plant them; well somehow it turned into a competition. He would plant his in one area and I would plant in my area… 6-8 months later the results were in, my cassava had bigger and fuller tubers, I had no clue what made the difference, I was just happy I beat the old man…
After my glorious victory with the cassava, maybe at around 6 or 7 years of age, I planted a sapote (mamee) seed. It sprouted and grew well but at that age I expected to see flowers and fruit every time I went to check on it ... impatience pushed me to apply some of Dad’s Miracle grow. I mixed a whole cup in about a quart of water and poured the whole thing over the little seedling. The next evening I could still see some blue on it but it had already withered... I felt so sad I actually cried…