Nature vs. Nurture

Okay, the nature-nurture question has been resolved. The key to thriving is nurture.

You see here the twins, Adrian and Julian (for the boys next door who own the parent tree), grown from avocados taken from the same tree at the same time and raised in two different families.

Avocado pitling #1 was planted directly in a pot of dirt for us by a man with a Master’s in horticulture who works at a nursery and raises rare variegated (rariegated?) plants at home to sell online in his spare time. He knows what he is doing.

Note that this tree shot up straight and tall. Its leaves are big. It seems to know what it is doing, too.

Avocado pitling #2 was raised by ignoramuses. It started out jabbed with toothpicks and suspended in water, then transplanted into mud. It has lots of leaves but seems conflicted about its size, shape, color, and purpose.

We’ll let you know in five years which one bears the most and the best avocados, assuming either one of them bears any. This is what we’re hoping for, what the parent tree produces: smooth thin green skin, easy to peel, creamy texture, great taste. Each one is 5-6 inches long, as big as the squirrels who try to carry them away. One avocado can provide guacamole for a whole mariachi band.

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    An established favorite. Harvested late fall through spring, the Fuerte is the original high quality California Avocado. (Fuerte means strong, robust.)


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2 Responses to Nature vs. Nurture

  1. dimple says:

    A definite difference! Let us hope that #1 survives the transplanting challenge, and that #2 overcomes its early disadvantages: that way the squirrels and the people will be able to share the bounty!

  2. I’ve always liked the “idea” of “gardening.” The word conjures up pleasant associations of lushness, growth, and beauty. But those pleasant associations get crushed under the realization of just how time-consuming and labor-intensive real gardening is. I remember reading something the Canadian novelist, Robertson Davies (1913-1995) once wrote. He and his wife had an extensive garden behind their home. He said that he was the one who enjoyed the garden. His wife didn’t enjoy it – she was too busy working in it to do so!

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