Today’s mission is to get the monster out of my garden bed! This is a 16 year old Iceberg Rose tree stump! It sits heavily rooted into the soil! The root system is a nightmare! I am presently experiencing all layers of the earth, from surface mulch, being leaves and loose soil, through hardened soil and have now hit cement like clay! I wonder when I will hit water, gold or oil?
Seems my Moso babies are not making any progress. In between my rushed and stressed week, I put aside 3 minutes and spend quality time with them which involves opening up their plastic zip locked bags, gently removing their moist beds, exposing their hearts to light, air and a little black wet nose belonging to the Dawg!
I will change their bedding today to get rid of the mould which has grown, thankfully, only on their “linen”.
Winter is slowly creeping its way in, maybe Moso’s will need some extra TLC
My seeds arrived in Johannesburg from Cape Town on the 4 April , I was delighted the day they arrived and I couldn’t wait to leave the office and dash off home to unwrap them and welcome them in to “my world”.
I purchased them “on-line”, because how else in today’s world could you find them?
Not knowing where to start, I sat, again, “on-line”, absorbing different techniques from total strangers and their Moso germinating tips and experiences.
Being the person I am, I decided not to rush the process and left my Moso’s unpacked and ignored for a few days before proceeding.
So, step one….. I went according to “the book” and decided to try my first three seeds by soaking them in a salty water solution to loosen the outer husk and to find the heart of my Moso. They were then rinsed in cold water to remove any salt residue.
Once I found their hearts, I lovingly made them little beds, moistened kitchen towels and zip lock plastic bags. Apparently the preferred method in helping my little dormant seeds.
I have added dates and named my babies A, B and C, to monitor their growth patterns ;0)
Unborn Moso babies are now snug in their incubators in a light filled part of my home, left undisturbed, to prove their existence …..
Having read John Mason’s insightful book titled “You’re born an original (don’t die a copy)” twice in one month, I have decided to embark on a project I wish to name Moso Maturement!
The Moso is a bamboo plant that grows in China and Far East, and probably more countries now, as we germinate this small idea into a big forest.
The Moso to me, is a reflection of our own lives. Find your true roots before you can grow. Take away water, fertilizer and nurture, and the plant dies.
So, for those of you who are interested in following my Journey with Moso, I would like to encourage you to read on as Moso roots itself first before bursting into a tree of life.
And remember: People do not fail they just quit too easily;