A neighbor handed me the top of a store-bought pineapple she’d cut off while slicing the fruit. Instead of tossing it, she thought I might want to plant it—just to see what happens.
I literally laughed out loud. “Plant it? Really?” I bellowed.
Two years later, the joke’s on me.
Despite my ignorance and complete lack of nurturing, that pineapple top I stuck in a pot turned into a legitimate, fruit-bearing plant in my Florida garden. I think I fertilized it once, watered it now and then, and never weeded it. Basically, a felony case of plant neglect.
Honestly, I forgot it even existed.
The pot sat abandoned in a back corner of my garden—out of sight, out of mind. But then, while mulching in early spring, I noticed something unbelievable: a pup sprouting from the center of the plant.
That got my attention.
I kept an eye on it, hoping for a sweet payoff. And sure enough, it happened! That little pup turned into a full-blown pineapple. Once it ripened to a golden hue, I cut it free, sliced it up, and shared the sweet success with my family.
So good. 😊
Now, the freshly twisted top is sitting in water, starting the rooting process all over again. This time, I might pay more attention.
Or maybe not.
Why mess with success?
