{"id":5711,"date":"2011-11-21T10:18:46","date_gmt":"2011-11-21T15:18:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=5711"},"modified":"2011-11-21T10:18:46","modified_gmt":"2011-11-21T15:18:46","slug":"mums-the-word-update","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=5711","title":{"rendered":"Mum&#8217;s The Word Update"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a time in the distant recesses of garden history, those heady, hopeful, virile days of tilling soil and planting seed, <a title=\"Mum\u2019s The Word\" href=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=3319\" target=\"_blank\">I started 24 mum plants<\/a>.\u00a0 Each was simply a few inches of snipped chrysanthemum hope, dipped in a little hormone powder (hormones and spring, a natural pair) and plunged into a pot of soil.<\/p>\n<p>Whither these mumlets?\u00a0 What was their fate?<\/p>\n<p>They set up shop in a shady place under some bushes and on top of almighty ivy in our front yard in the Lorelei Herb Garden Annex (LHGA).\u00a0 Shaded from the merciless rays of this summer&#8217;s particularly hot sun, and watered regularly and abundantly, they grew and thrived.\u00a0 I neither snipped nor clipped them once (I should have), yet they branched out nicely enough.\u00a0 By mid-July when we went to a family reunion, they had become cute little bushlets, good enough for gifts.\u00a0 I gave several of these new mums away, including to my parents, a symbol of my gratitude, I suppose, for their fortuitous life-creating many, many ages ago.\u00a0 Back home, we gave more away to friends and relatives, gifts that cost me only a few shekels for the soil and the re-used pots, and a summer of watching and waiting.<\/p>\n<p>I kept a trio of the original 24, a nice odd number of now flowering mum plants to brighten the fall display and remind me of inexorable, beautiful life.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_5713\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/IMG_1911.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5713\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-5713\" title=\"Think of the profit, selling plants started from free cuttings.\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/IMG_1911-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/IMG_1911-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/IMG_1911-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/IMG_1911.jpg 1600w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-5713\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Before the last gifting left three for me<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a time in the distant recesses of garden history, those heady, hopeful, virile days of tilling soil and planting seed, I started 24 mum plants.\u00a0 Each was simply a few inches of snipped chrysanthemum hope, dipped in a &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=5711\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[69],"tags":[929,456,930],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5711"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5711"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5711\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5821,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5711\/revisions\/5821"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5711"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5711"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5711"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}