I never did think that I would be a person to take an interest in anything remotely related to gardening. In fact I once nearly let the whole garden dry up. Laziness... I know...
But sometime last year, I decided to discipline myself to at least water the garden regularly. Why the change of heart? Does it have anything to do with old age? I hope not.
Strangely in the course of this mundane and mosquito-feeding exercise, I find myself excited when plants bloom and bear fruit. I began to take an interest in specific plants in the garden: chili, mint, dragon fruits and the focus of this post: the
passion fruit.
Originally, there were two young
stunted plants in the garden. My friend gave me a seedling from Cameron Highlands as well, but that plant didn't last long. After months of staring at this ridiculous plant which didn't show any sign of progress, I actually got fed up.
Then as if to say, "
Don't give up on me yet", the smaller plant bloomed
one flower. It was the most interesting flower I have ever seen.
That rekindled my interest in caring for this plant. Today the two plants have flourished and taken over the entire clothesline.
It has become the envy of one of my neighbors, who chopped down his tree when it didn't bear fruit. But I have to restrain myself from getting too proud.
After all, I only gave it H20.