It must be a year since my dad gave me some walking onions. Having nowhere in the ground to put them, they went in some pots, where I watched them grow and form onion heads. Then I wondered what might happen next.
Last week, I noticed that a bunch of onions had fallen off the plant (featured above, near the rhubarb), so I decided to leave them in situ. Maybe I wouldn’t have chosen this spot but a plant’s gotta do what a plant’s gotta do.
I wouldn’t call a leap of faith ‘walking’, however – I certainly hadn’t had an image of onions jumping. Rather, I assumed the plant was suffering and a branch had simply broken off.
Indeed, this might well have happened – or I simply hadn’t noticed the phenomenon I saw today. Basically, a dying stem was lowered to the ground, where the onions at its point could root and make their own way in the world. Isn’t that just so graceful?