My mother wasn't a gardener, in fact she wanted nothing to do with anything that involved being in the sun, which I am sure accounted for her exquisite complexion. But in her later years she became very fond of house plants and grew them with great success.
However the indoor plant I most associate with her were the the sweet potatoes she would put in jars and allow to vine. When I was a small child there always seemed to be one lavishly sprawled out in a sunny kitchen window or in the back porch where we ironed...my gosh, except for the occasional tablecloth does anyone iron anymore.
You would think with all of the gardening I do that at one time I would have tried this, but it seems so old fashion that for some reason I never did. Then a few weeks ago I was cleaning out my pantry and I came across a sweet potato that was just beginning to sprout, I started to throw it in the bin and then I thought about all of those sweet potato vines in my childhood and out of nostalgia decided to put in in some water and see what would happen.
I did it in the same way she did, four tooth picks in the side and then set in an old pickle jar. Keep the jar topped off with water and watch it go!
Within days it had begun to grow, it started out in the kitchen window and has now grown so lush and lovely that I moved it to a more elegant spot in the living room.
I don't know what the life span of this vine will be, but what a fun experience it has been. It is easy to understand why in the past this was something so many people with little resources did to add a some inexpensive beauty to their lives
Such a nice reminder of childhood memories...and a wonderful mother.
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