Tea. Wars have been fought over it. It is the defining drink of multiple countries and cultures, and was arguably one of the foundational pillars of English colonialism and empire, the ramifications of which we still grapple with today.
It’s also a nice drink.
It’s also a plant.
I grow those.
Now at my local garden center we sell lots of Camellias this time of year. Those are mostly from the species sasanqua or japonica, and grown for their flowers. Now Camellia sasanqua can be used for tea as well- but *the* tea shrub that is the backbone of green and black tea worldwide- is Camellia sinensis.
And now I have one.
I am uninterested in the flowers and will most likely cut them off. I want a bush. I want a shrub. I want to make my own green tea!
This is most likely impossible in this climate and I am aware that the goal of “nice shrub that smells good” is probably my most attainable goal.
Don’t care- gonna go for it.
This little baby shrub had a bonus though.
Those would be tea seeds! It looks like some of the flowers had already borne fruit and in the soil were three precious tea seeds.
So to add to my lofty goals, I’m gonna try a germinate them.
Because this wasn’t going to be difficult enough.
Adding to my difficulties the plant, while healthy, is rather small in its little gallon grow pot. You can squeeze the pot to see how developed the roots are and my new friend is rather squishy.
This means re-potting her now would be very detrimental to her health.
Problem is it’s incredibly windy this time of year and the rains are going to start soon.
In fact, yesterday at work while the winds were blowing down all our outdoor stock I frantically texted my mother in worry.
Mom has my back.
Bricks and a heavy spider plant are now miss tea’s companions I till I can figure out how to anchor her better.
This will be a learning experience, one I am going to embrace with both hands.
And hopefully a soon to be full teapot.