My okra popped out of the ground today. "Hujambo, Gumbo!" [That's Swahili for 'Hello, Okra!]
(Okra photo from Wikipedia - used under the Wikipedia Creative Commons license)
My cousin mentioned to me that she had a hard time growing okra in her part of the world because of too much humidity.
My reply to my cousin: I started a dozen plants indoors in a egg container. My father told me a long time ago to place an object over the ground to keep it moist to help the germination process. So far I have 11 out of 12, from a single seed in each segment. I remember the tallest okra I think I ever saw was my step father's in Wichita Kansas, so I don't know how Wichita compares to your spot. I actually like frozen okra just fine from the groc store. The blossoms on the okra are pretty but fleeting, only lasting a day or so. I have grown it once a long time ago. Oh, I just remembered, I think your father gave me these okra seeds when I was in Dakota Lower (South Dakota) nearly 3 years ago. What a cool okra paragraph, my father, step-father, your father! The Okra Connection ...
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