That is regarding the church, in terms of god, his court, and the creation of the whole wild world.
What you are about to read, ranks among transcendental issues that changed the views imposed on the herds arbitrarily. They and every juan else were expected to follow them or to be burned accordingly.
In the summer of 1716, Thomas Fairchild took a feather and gently brushed the stigma of a carnation, so that the dust-like pollen crossed from one flower to the other. The work was quickly accomplished. Now he had to wait.
Over the following months the seeds ripened inside the carnation, each containing its parents' traits. But it was only when spring came and those seeds grew and then flowered that Fairchild could see his creation: a pink flower that melded the carnation's double blossom with the clustering flower heads of the sweet William. It was the world's first man made hybrid.
From 'The Brothers Gardeners', by Andrea Wulf.
So what you may wonder? Well, if you are the classic gardener, at least around these prairies, buying common place plants in your neighborhood nursery, it should mean nothing.
However, if you, like your humble servant, collects plants, seeds, stems that have some interest for any arguable reason; gardening/horticulture acquire another dimension beyond digging, planting and pruning. The pleasure of propagating successfully, with or without rooting hormones has no comparison in horticulture.
Jasminum laurentifolium changed pots. It went from the rectangular one used for to propagate, to its own. Soon, it will go to the ground by a window in the north garden, to enjoy its fragrance at night with the soothing breeze.
Two Mesquites, propagated from seed are now in bigger pots. At about two and tree feet respectively, both look great with that grey/blue color, healthy and rare.. Both from Guanica, in the south of Puercorico, almost a desert town with spectacular views, vegetation and beauty.
Two Oreganos and one Basil went to the ground in the west garden. The Cosmos sulphureous have gone their life cycle and will be removed soon.
Finally, the compost was turned. After 15 days of rain, it smells like unwashed homeless butt in a New York Subway car. That was for poetic effect. It really smells like a mangrove.
BONUS FOR THE FAITHFUL
Went to check some gardening, horticultural blogs.
The most absurd.
Some pale female from Phoenix, AZ, a desert, shows pictures of her flower arrangements in containers.
The fool thinks that her gaudy
installment is cool. Yours truly notices a LAWN in a desert...Telling the FOOL, what she can do with the container and her lawn.
Apaga i vamonos.