My first remembrance of plants, or rather that which is associated with plants, is soil. Specifically the soil under some geranium bushes covering my younger sister’s cheeks and mouth … soil tasting of cigarette stub titbits….I was the docile five-year old. Many decades later the scent of a geranium (pelargonium?) continues to recall the memories.
My first remembrance of my plant, or rather its beginnings, was a seedling: the “grow-your-own-bean-between-two-pieces-of-cotton-wool” nature science experiment in primary school. The seedling germinated; for all that, I failed to associate the mentioned seedling with the green bean, potato and meat dish we so often had. Were these perhaps early sproutings of reasons why I home schooled our children many years later?
My first remembrance of a plant, my plant, was a purple? blue? African violet in a copper planter. It was a gift from my grandmother. Her house filled with copper planters, abundant with purple and dark red greenery… or was/is it just me yearning?
Botany lessons of propagation did not interest me. As a young married girl I merely bought a new viooltjie (small violet) when its leaves turned curly and spotty. Usambara violets? Some botany lessons did shoot some roots.
Just the other day I bought a deep blue? purple? (why didn’t I look closely?) African violet and gave it to my daughter. Were the memories so impressed that I unconsciously continued the gift of giving?
I hope not.