Retrieved from a dumpster, it was presumed dead by a former owner. But we now know better. The plant was just playing dormant-dead.
Once brought inside, as doting first-time parents, we changed its soil, experimented with the best lighting, protected it from drafts, bathed it, spritzed it, and stuck our fingers in the soil frequently to keep from overwatering it.
We waited. And then one day . . . in the words of Frankenstein, of his own monster (also, by the way, brought to life after a form of dumpster-diving)—we exclaimed “It’s alive! It’s alive!” We were plant parents full of pride.
And what have you brought back to life lately?
Nancy R. Peck