One of my surviving habano sproutlets turned out to be three sprouts clumped together. Dragged Bearswatter out there last evening. She took a teaspoon spoon, of all things, and coaxed the three apart. In the process, three turned out to be four. Planted them spread among the others. One went where the mud plastered feller expired. It's just impossibly wet is all. The ten day forecast says sunny all week, which just about guarantees we get drowned again soon. The little habanos are way more green than the big fat yellow orinocos, which are surprisingly yellow. The one that died of mud was a mayan mopan. The one thing thriving best is a horde of no-see-ums, nailed us both.
This ground is not good. There's a three or four inch layer of yummy looking black topsoil full of eight inch worms over a sticky muck of orange clay and gravel. I always thought this place had to be a river bed, cause it's such a magnet for rain and lightning. There's a Red Clay Creek one side of us and a White Clay Creek the other side. I think we used to be Orange Clay Creek before the developers came along. If I do this again, I'll raise beds and buy dirt. Then again, by the time I buy dirt I might as well skip the no-see-ums and just buy Don's leaf. Makes more sense.
What's the point? No wonder I got a black thumb. I can't see the point.
