Our balcony is where plants come to die.
It is South-facing with a concrete base, brick walls on two sides, and metal fences on the other two sides. Watering the plants (or simply looking at them to see if they were dead or not) was one of the things that didn’t happen when I was at my most sick, so I wasn’t particularly surprised to find that one previously happy plant had withered and died. But since I was still sick and still pregnant, I didn’t bother uprooting it and throwing it away.
Several months passed, and then this happened:
The moral of this story is that if you procrastinate long enough, DEAD THINGS COME BACK TO LIFE.