All of a sudden and for no apparent reason, I looked at the 1/4 pound box of chaff and thought that I must toss the box out. I will never forget the feeling I had when I looked in the FLUFF and TUFF of the BOX, and seeing what I think was, a viable seed. Was my mind playing tricks? Perhaps, but the question was, maybe I left one behind. One seed, that when I tried to harvest it from the compound of testa, it sank into the abyss of chasm. With all my might, and breath held tight, I dug and fingered the waste of byproduct that was now cascading onto the floor, let alone clinging to my trousers. Thinking all along, maybe the seed is viable? My oh my, my papery confetti of chaff was creating quite a mess. — Then all went still——-I began to ponder and speculate.

So, for no apparent reason, I had allowed my mind to wander and then I was catching oneself daydreaming. Those neurons sparking waves of thought that gave me a vex of niggles. Annoyed further, I proceeded onward for with all of the pondering and speculations, I knew that at in the moment, exactly what must be done.

Now to pay the price, swallowing my pride I have yet again let PROCRASTINATION rule my daze.

What if it is ‘THE ONE?’ The one that I have been envisioning for my advanced breeding program of trial and error. I just couldn’t let it be. Not that this time around my breeding program was advanced with planned parents.

I grabbed my recycled baggies and marched downstairs… KNOWING THAT I MUST MAKE SURE THAT THERE WERE NONE LEFT BEHIND, I swept and cleaned and crawled on my knees just to pick up any of the debris ——- Then when all was tidy and clean, I took the debris and we walked and talked. I shared my visions of glamour and of viability. We each had goals and dreams—- Then we commenced to the ‘GROW ROOM’

PEAT, COMPOST, BIOCHAR, HYPHAE, — I decided to grab a gallon of fresh rain water for the storm last evening believing that the energy will somehow create the vigor I needed for growing my seed to life,— wherever it was… Painfully I added a 1/4 gram of stuff-fluff to 1/4 cup mixture of medium and with a one ml. dropper full of enriched freshly collected water, I was as prepared as I would ever be. — Today 101 baggies in a warm and dark space…. Mimicking the world of what it would be if that little seed fell to the grounds naturally. Into the crock they went, and then into the dark warm closet the crock was stored away. Dark & Warm my incubator of freshly fertilized ovum, swelling and growing. Or so I hope.

September 2025. A season of darkness follows a season of chill for 16-20 weeks— This may be a longer than normal period of a cold season, but I want to mimic my long cold season as close to as possible of my 5a Zone Minnesota Climate. .. Shorter Warmer J-S Artificial Conditions and Longer Winter Artificial Conditions O-M — Tossing the baggies into the re-fridge was easy. I tucked them away for the long Minnesota winter nap.

February 2026 Above is my seed of something I truly did not expect. Not only viability, but also survival of what was it’s first chill.

Well, after potting and setting up the work station, I am pleased to look out over the field and see 10 thousand seedlings springing up with tall mighty healthy leaves.

with visions of, seeing and believing in a box of chaff that under the scope had no endosperm or embryo. Maybe I need my eyes checked? I have heard this happen before from a friend that had a large bag of L. henryi seeds, and when all was said and done, the seeds germinated, grew and are now within the fields blooming annually. I am pleased, so for now— These seeds will stay in its container for F-July, then once again a chill for (Aug-Jan) in the fridge. We will see where we are at with the abundant of martagon babies of Minnesota Martagons at the end of the year. Stay tune to more photos of growth and progress