She boiled water on the stove (with Mom watching carefully) and poured it into the jar. Then she stirred in spoonful after spoonful of borax until the water could take no more—a supersaturated solution, she learned to call it. At the bottom of the jar, a few white grains refused to dissolve, like sleepy snow at the bottom of a lake.
“Now what?” Mom asked.
There. On the paper clip. On the string. Tiny, sharp, glittering points—like frost on a winter branch. Crystals. Dozens of them. They caught the moonlight and threw back tiny rainbows. crystal growing diy
The jar sat perfectly still. At first, she saw nothing—just cloudy water and the pale string. But then she leaned closer. She boiled water on the stove (with Mom