Daily Challenge

June 28th, 2023 - Replanted Love Seed

From a ripe fruit, I took its flesh to be eaten. I discard the peels to the compos bin. Then, I took care of the seed.

I would scrub the outer part of the seed until it was really clean from the flesh. Rinsed it under water, patted it dry, and kept it on a warm and dry place until the outer layer hardened and at last cracked. I would wait for days just for the this process.

Then the treasured seed will be taken and wrapped in a constantly wet rag. The second waiting time was round two weeks. Quite a while for the seedling to emerge, but it's worthwhile.

The stalk and root would grow out inside the wrapper. At that time, the seedling could be planted on a small pot of soil. This stage will last until the fourth and fifth real leave emerged or when the stalk had a woody texture.

The next step was either moved the young sapling to a bigger pot of soil or to the garden.
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"And what's that description for?" He looked at me unamused.

"An advice for your love life?" He did ask about it before, wondering the many failed relationships he had.

"Care to explain?"

I took my oranges saplings in a pot and putted it infront of him. "How many days do you think this plant grows from the seeds I collect?"

"What plant is this?" He sniffed on the leaves. "Orange?"

"Yeah. It's from the oranges you brought home last month." I took the pot from his hand. "Forty two days to be exact."

"Your point is?"

"I," pointing myself. "Need more than a week to preparing the seed."

He looked at me seriously.

I thought he know where I was about to go. So I continued, "Not even planting. No soil was involved just yet."

"And the connection to my past is.." His tone was taunting me, made me rolled my eyes.

"You kissed the girls when they are still hurting. You straight away plant your love in the soil."

"I'm listening."

"The rotting flesh will ruin your plant. Remember, I scrubbed out the flesh. I don't want any chance of spoils for my precious plant."

"Make sense." I smiled over his responses.

"I make sure that the seed is healthy and strong before I plant it." I was proud of my self.

"So, my problem is that I am advancing too fast in every relationships. I can agree with that."

"Damn too fast. Faster than Lightning McQueen." I dramatised my sentences.

"But waiting for too long is just too much." He slacked on the sofa. "It has already overgrown and almost die." He wiggled his fingers, visualizing tangled roots and branches in a compact container. Then made a slumped motion, representing death of the plant.

"Yeah. I guess I'm planting a pineapple."

He stood and walked away, while my mind was still occupied by that pineapple love I have. He was right. It had been too long. It should be met the soil already.

"Seven darn years, girl! Damn!" I heard his muffled voice from upstairs.

I spoke to myself, "Yeah. It is already that long. I should have got a pineapple by know and has already restarting the process."
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