“Okrahoma” would probably be the Singlish way of saying “Oklahoma”, but we’re not talking about the city or state here – although I understand that that is one of the less flattering nicknames. No, in this case I’m talking about my okra/ladies fingers plants that are growing in my homa…er, home garden right now. Whenever I manage to complete the cycle from seed to fruit, I get impatient to share the experience with you. So here goes…
The story begins with a seed. The seed sprouts and starts growing.
It moves from a small home to a wide, open space.
It is harvested.
It’s sweet freshness is appreciated, and it’s story ends … for this post, anyway.