Pete is our Pineapple Plant. I have no idea if its a boy, or if pineapple plants have a gender, but we named it Pete, so now he is.
We started him from a pineapple we bought at Publix two summers ago, and we’ve had a lot of fun watching him grow. Last summer he got HUGE and we were really excited. According to my dad (a major Green-Thumb) and this website I use as a reference, Pete would grow a pineapple after about 24 months.
Towards the end of the summer, Pete started growing babies–not pineapples, but new plants–three of them. Our family was growing. (Yeah, I’m purposely being ridiculously cheesy here; we are well aware that we’re overly attached to our plants and animals).
Sadly, Pete got hit by some frost right before our trip to Jamaica for Thanksgiving. We (and the meteorologists) failed him; we felt like terrible parents.
We conferred with my dad and decided to trim off all of his affected parts. Thankfully, his babies seemed unaffected. We moved him inside and have been nursing him under a grow light until today when he was finally able to return to the patio!
He has enjoyed a beautifully sunny day and will hopefully get to stay out there for the next two weeks.
Fingers crossed we get a pineapple this summer!
I’m trying to write for 31 days straight with the Slice of Life challenge from Two Writing Teachers. Wish me luck!!