82 grains of rice. What can one do with them?
I had found a grain of rice germinating in one of my rose pots; part of the fertilizer mix of grain, husk and crushed shellfish.
“Are you growing weeds?… looks like lalang,” someone remarked.
“Weeds??” I protested. I had visions of a patchwork of rice fields.
But the first plant turned out to be a dud with grains that looked nothing like rice. It didn’t look like any grain I was familiar with.
The next two plants made it all worthwhile when they formed grains of rice; a translucent green sheathe protected each pearly grain. I counted seventy-four on one plant and eight on the other.
Then an aunt dropped in for a visit.
She had hardly walked past the gate when she asked, “Do you know how I can grow some rice? I just saw a documentary and would like to try … just for fun,” she added.
When I told her about the grains on my rice plants, she thought I was joking.
It was a strange but timely coincidence.
I planted 18 grains in a pot for my aunt, and 20 in another pot a few days later.
Most of the remaining grains have either dropped into the water and into the mouths of hungry fish or have been pecked off by birds.
Well, at least they made a good meal for some, if not for me.