NEW HOME FOR THE PUPS

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Today seemed as good as any to separate the Bromeliad Pups from their Momma.


Bromeliads are mostly from South America and grow in the tropics and sub-tropics. This here one blooms only once as do 99% of the ornamentals.




And since she has bloomed she has grown pups to regenerate new life. The pup is visible growing up from the base of the mother. In fact upon taking it out of the pot I found three pups.

These are harvested by cutting the pup away from the mother with a knife at a downward angle from the top. Include some of the root with the pup to support it.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


Here are the three Pups cut away from the mature Bromeliad.

I kind of missed with the far left pup and did not get much rootstock. That's ok because these Bromeliads get their nourishment and water from the air and not the roots. The roots are to support the plant and anchor it.

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Here are the three new plants poising with their proud Momma.

I always support the plants with a piece of Bamboo and tie them to the Bamboo stake with sisal twine. Just like the song,

"Lean On Me".

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And guess what I found in the soil from the Momma Bromeliad pot. An Earthworm.

I thought that they were only something that you read about gardening magazines. First one that I have ever found in the South Florida sand pit known as my backyard. Is this earthworm an omen that my garden plot is metamorphing into the lush garden oasis that I envision in my mind? Hard to say for sure. I stared at it for a long time in anticipation of a message to this effect but the worm remained silent.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then as I walked around to the front of my home I was confronted with a herd of WHITE IBIS crossing my path.

Could this herd of WHITE IBIS be an Omen that my garden plot is metamorphing into the lush garden oasis that I envision in my mind.

Oh Man, this is all to much to take in, I'm going back inside where it's safe.

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