Not everything you see will always be coming across as fully formed thoughts. I tried to sit down before and write perfectly formed articles with everything perfectly coherent… and failed. Mostly I’m snatching moments of thought. I remember mama sticking just dusted off chickweed in my mouth when I was very very small saying “Taste it!” or the seed pods off the beautiful pink wood sorrel that was all over my aunt Ode’s yard.
My aunt Odella Morgan (Ode to us) had a little falling down shack in Warren, Texas and was my mother’s oldest sister. Born in 1906, she remembered my great grandmother Nancy-Ann very well and had studied at her knee to learn all the remedies she used. When she understood that I was interested in plants, she was delighted to say the least. Her yard was filled with plants, lemongrass, chili pequin, gardenia bushes the size of large cars, hydrangeas, four-o-clocks, a fig tree that three of us couldn’t wrap our arms around the trunk and she had the branches braced up with 2x4s. Everything imaginable… and one memory sticks out.
At the edge of her porch was growing this great massive tree of a crepe myrtle. Mama was walking past and stopped and stared. There were fruit hanging from the crepe myrtle tree! That didn’t make sense… crepe myrtles don’t fruit. I remember mama being completely and utterly confused standing there looking at this tree going “Ode? What the hell?” I can still hear the bewilderment in her voice.
What? Oh that? That’s some chayotes I stuck in the ground.
“Why are they in the crepe myrtle though?”
Because it’s easier that way!
I can’t help but laugh. I do this nonsense now. I have catnip and a jackfruit seedling growing in with my avocado tree. And now I understand why she did it. Apparently the squash will rot quickly if in contact with the ground and needs a trellis. Cue the wheels turning. She’s got a tree that is easy for it to climb, and it is right next to the porch for easy harvesting. I’d do it too!
So pardon me if sometimes I take a left turn into memory, and I apologize for the black walnut post. Eventually I’ll sit down, collect all my thoughts and turn it into a proper post. In time.