Tuesday, there was this second one that was about to uncurl and stretch upwards.
I had the tray out in the sunlight, but also during that ferocious windstorm. The new growth filled out a little more but stopped growing upwards. No green. The next day it started turning brown. But, but, I didn’t want it to! I haven’t entirely given up on it yet. Cue Star Trek’s McCoy: “He’s dead, Jim.”
Prove it, buddy.
I’ll give it a few more days.
Meantime, when I brought the tray inside a little over three hours ago this third one had the tiniest wispiest colorless fragment of what might have been nothing at all, really; I wasn’t sure there was any there there.
Maybe I’ll cut up the coir tray and keep that one inside under the skylight for its first full day of coming up.