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NOEL AND THE BEANSTALK

 


 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

10/X/2025

 

We grew up listening to bedtime stories, fables, parables, and fairytales in our childhood. Guess who used to ‘podcast’ them? None other than my father. He could narrate so many stories but one used to be my favourite. Time and again I would request him to repeat it. You knew each character and their characteristics by heart. But still……

 

Jack & the beanstalk was that favourite story. I would wait for the part when the ogre would cry out loud. I would repeat the same, half asleep, half afraid, as dad would gruffly say “FEE-FAI-FO-FUM, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be alive, or be dead. I’ll have his bones to grind my bread…...” One would imagine the state of Jack because you thought you were jack.

 

By the time Jack would get the golden egg, you were fast asleep dreaming of chopping the huge bean stalk, slaying the giant ogre, and living happily thereafter. Dad too would be snoring by then as he lay with me in bed.

 

Today, I was looking at a few vines growing in our garden. I took a pause to admire them. So many passers by praised the way they had been trained over our garage. The arch they made at the entrance and the beautiful red, pink and white flowers that grow on it.

 

One of them is a wild one, which was already there when we shifted to this house. This year we did not trim it and let it grow. It has reached the first floor of the house and is still growing. The way it is spreading is turning out to be a beauty.

 

The main vine with colourful flowers is the Hummingbird vine. From a seed which is black in colour and smaller than a grain of Basmati rice, has turned into something which one always wanted it to be. With just a small support to begin with, now it has grown gigantically, even slipping out of the gaps in the tiles.

 

Now, everyone in the colony wants it. The usual questions, from where did you get it? How do you grow it? What is the soil mix? How do you care for it? and so on. I bought the seeds on an online portal. They just don’t believe it, I don’t know why.

 

When I tell them that it is a no fuss plant, they say, it can’t be. “Aap hume batana nahi chahte.” Is ke Beej dena, is the usual talk. I handed over some to a few of them but the feedback was that they didn’t sprout. One had half a mind to tell them to read the story of Jack and the beanstalk, then they will.

 

This vine is supposed to be grown in the ground, however we have it in pots. That too becomes a matter of discussion with so many people. They always say, it is not possible. Well, the results are there for them to see.

 

What I don’t reveal is the secret. I planted them in June, just after the first pre monsoon rain. The progress was slow, but inch by inch it grew. It is almost mid October and it has become lush.

 

Let me share the secret also. Overtime, the pot got root bound. As the “fitrat” of a plant is that from the bottom holes the roots over grew and got implanted into the soil. There was enough manure rich soil for it to feed on, thus its good health.

 

Roots of this vine got embedded, found good food and grew like a Complan Boy/girl. I fed it with nutrient rich water from our fish tubs from time to time. The result is beyond imagination.

 

I only hope that when I climb by the vine, I do not have to fight the demon, just get a bag of gold, a golden egg and the goose that lays that golden egg. With age, it is difficult to climb so high up the vine.

 

The vine is at its pinnacle now but as winters would set in, it will perish being seasonal. Another vine called the passion flower vine has caught hold of it and is now spreading along with it. The tender hummingbird vine has solidified into a rope like structure and can support a lot of weight. I will let the other one climb and see how things go.

 

A small seed can transform into such a huge vine which is still growing. I am spreading its seeds in the common garden across our home so that next year they spread more happiness. Butterflies, bees, insects, birds, especially Hummingbirds are enjoying every bit of it.

 

https://youtu.be/8IyvU2YURfU

 

Fee-Fai-Fo-Fum, have you guys heard the Hummingbird hum and grown this vine at home? I wonder!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

©® NOEL ELLIS

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