Last year my boulevard garden yielded, as far as I know, 100% of Canada’s cotton crop. Continuing my quest to live off the land in the city and grow “wearables” not just edibles, it was time to plant this year’s crop. Giving new meaning to,” you reap what you sew,” I gently pried the seeds from the various varieties of last year’s cotton. Some bolls yielded twenty to thirty seeds, leaving behind the cuddliest and softest puffs of cotton. Within a week, I had newborn cotton seedlings, some with the fluff still attached.
Keep us updated! I wish I could do more than just dream about a garden right now. I still have three feet of snow in my yard.