Earlier this year, I asked my husband to save the seeds from the Honey Crisp apples he cuts up for his lunches.
I thought it would be fun to plant some and see if one, or more, would sprout.
From reading The Botany of Desire and At the Edge of the Orchard, I know that apples are heterozygous. I know that, in the event that a tree from one of these seeds ever bears fruit, that it will most likely bear little, if any, resemblance to the apple it came from.
But that’s beside the point.
Mostly, I planted the seeds to see if anything would grow.
Of the several seeds I planted among three pots, two sprouted.
One has since withered, but the other seems to be doing just fine.