I awoke this morning with one of those thoughts that is permitted to the simple and the retired. Could I see a tendril attach itself to the object of its affection?
I have read that these little things move at an astonishingly rapid rate...for a plant, that is. And, yesterday, I had noticed several tendrils that were wagging about (like the one on the right) looking for something to embrace.
Believe it or not, Mr. Ripley, if you are patient enough, when you coax an otherwise uncommitted tendril in the direction of a fixed object, in this case a tomato cage that has been impressed into service as a cucumber trellis, you can watch it begin its clinging intimacies.
This is not like watching the action at an NBA basketball game unless of course you were watching this past season's Charlotte Bobcats playing defense -- you really notice the movement less by seeing it than by comparing where the tendril was now to where it had been two minutes ago. Nonetheless, over the course of less time than it took for my coffee to grow cold, my little tendril buddy had begun to embrace its new found love, and it had indeed moved at an astonishing rate. Bobcat recruiters may well be planning to make an offer even as I write.
If you are so lucky as to have access to cucumber plant, I highly recommend you have a look at the tendrils. It is very entertaining...just don't stand in one place too long.
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