Not all plants die horribly immediately after I bring them home. Some manage to live despite the odds.
Others die. . . and then claw their way back from the grave.
You may remember my heavy metal begonia. It looked cute for a bit, and then it died – emphatically.
I googled begonias and decided to keep it inside, and water it less.
So, after a few weeks of having a dead plant on my writing desk, I was as surprised as anyone to see new leaves emerging beneath the dead sticks.
I might not be good at caring for plants, but this is also not the first time I’ve watched a dead plant spontaneously revive after getting moved inside. Evidently it’s not me that kills things. . . it’s nature.
*walks off whistling innocently*
Today is day three of my writing binge, and I’m loving it. Ana decided to get in on the paperweight action (FYI, the gun on the left is a pepperbox, and the other is a Colt – the same type Ned Kelly used):