Yes Dear, That Is A Mango Plant

Dare I say tree?  Last year, my middle child in me kicked in: I wanted to disprove the theory (which ironically was my own, derived shortly after my 10-year old Fortune Plant died) that I have a brown thumb.  So I had murdered (or plant-slaughtered) several plants throughout the decade.  That doesn't mean I have a brown thumb does it?

So I separated the mango seed from the pit from some of the mangoes that I got from the local grocery store and planted about 5 of them.... One made it (this summer, I planted 3 and two are growing -- I kept one and B took one, now thriving in a south-facing kitchen window!).  Now it's a year old.  I had to cut a couple of its leaves that had dried out (perhaps a result of being left alone for two weeks -- around the time I was enjoying Philippine mangoes myself!).  And I had to place it back indoors despite the real good summer heat because -- well, for one, I think it's just burning from the heat without much humidity and it's taking a beating from the breeze coming through the 3rd floor patio.

I call this a very confused mango.  Confused because it's probably wondering what the heck was it doing growing in Michigan?

And the ones B & I planted back in my dad's yard didn't make it.... Maybe Guido (the dog) has something to do with it.

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My first could-I-grow-a-mango-in-Michigan experiment.
Photo taken July 13, 2011