Sugar Cane

Well, old Crazy Mike met a gal from down Louisiana way and somehow managed to convince her to marry him. I'm just guessing she must have hit her head a lot as a child, bless her heart. Anyway he was telling me that they grow a butt load of sugar cane all around her neck of the bayou and I told him I damn sure wanted to grow me a patch. My mom's parents had a few rows on the backside of their gardens for years when I was a young snot gobbler and it was always a treat to chew fresh cane and get that sugar rush. To make a short story long, Crazy Mike brought me a sugar cane sprout he'd pulled up last time he was down that way. It's only about 12" tall but I put it in a cup of potting soil and am hoping it'll kick in and I'll be able to set it out in the yard when things warm up a bit more. I did thank him profusely for the wee sprout and he said he'd try to fetch me some more next time they go back to La.