On my kitchen window sill there are two juice glasses that have avocado seeds suspended by toothpicks on the rim, the seed bottoms soaking in water. My mother used to do this when she (very infrequently) bought an avocado - there is just something about a seed that massive that begs to be sprouted. I remember as a kid that it seemed to take forever but Mom had several avocado plants in pots as proof that it could be done.
I was doing my morning purge of kitchen detritus and in my "putz wut" (German: cleaning fury) was just about to dump those seeds when I noticed a crack in the bottom of one of them. Sure enough, a rootlet is starting to poke through! Their status instantly changed from "imperiled" to "protected". Life stirs, silently, slowly.
There's a thorny little question I've been chewing on lately and getting impatient for an answer. Somehow seeing that crack in the avocado seed gave me hope.
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