Apr 252011

A lot has changed since my mango plant was born.

He sprouted at the close of last summer, right before my big Italy trip.  A funny little red-hued loop poked up out of the soil, different from any other sprout I’d seen before.

Upon my return, both me and my mango plant were met with a chilly autumn which was followed by a brutal New York winter.  A record-breaking 61.9 inches of snowfall in Central Park immobilized much of the city.  One particularly blustery storm in January left a beautifully quiet morning in its wake.  Pictured here, Tompkins Square Park.

With a bit of care at my parents’ house on Long Island a long-term sleepaway camp and a lot of luck, my mango has thrived this chilly winter up here at 40 degrees latitude, a good 17 degrees north of the Tropic of Cancer.  My mango’s status as an indoor pet has undoubtedly kept him alive, and even if he makes the trip home to the Big Apple this summer, I don’t think there’s any other option in New York City unless I someday gain roof access.

Over the past month or so, in anticipation of warmer months, I’ve taken greater interest in botany and gardening.  I have a few urban-gardening books on my Amazon.com wishlist, and I’ve taken another bunch out from the library.  At work, I’ve taught lessons to my students focused on tending to seedlings and careful record-keeping of their development.  Mostly the kids just like watching beans and seeds turn into little green monsters.

My own little seedling has grown so much, as you can see for yourself.

We’re ready for what lies ahead, excited for a spring and summer that will be filled with travels and new adventures.

Reader Comments

  1. Wow, I have not– I just looked it up and it looks awesome. Can’t believe I haven’t been there despite having been right there visiting my friend in Boston who was attending Northeastern at the time… it looks like it’s in the backyard!

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