A few years ago, a relative donated a bowl of plums grown on a tree in her yard. I knew exactly what to do with them. I cut each one in half to remove the stone and made jam of the flesh. I planted the stones a few cm. deep in the earth along two sides of my property spaced a couple of metres. About half of them yielded tiny seedlings as seen on the right of the header. This year such plants look more like the new image in the centre, nearly 3 feet tall and skinny. I’m always amazed when anything survives another year in my yard. Poor soil, dreadful winters devoid of snow until January, deer, mice, hares and rabbits… It’s a wonder anything is left. We have lost many but there are a dozen or so showing promise, new growth.
It’s somewhat like this blog. I started it because I was kicked out of several forums on the web for holding the views I have of IT. Some thought I was plain wrong for avoiding M$. Others thought there’s no point in reminding folks of history, water under the bridge. Those plum trees and this blog show otherwise. Sustained effort does pay off. I’ve made thousands of posts and visitors have made tens of thousands of comments, some actually useful/interesting. It’s all good.