My mother and I shared a love of plants. Whether indoors or out, we traded cuttings, seeds, bulbs, and stories that I will always cherish. After she passed, Dad gave away most of her ants because his heart wasn't into caring for them. There were 3 that he kept, and when I'd visit I'd make sure they had been tended. This one hung from a ceiling hook in their bedroom, and really didn't do much. It didn't seem to grow or change at all.
Dad died on Christmas Day last year, and we immediately removed the 2 oxalis plants from the living room window, but forgot about this one. For one reason or another, none of us went back into their bedroom until April, and there hung this virtually lifeless plant. I saw it and my heart broke. I couldn't believe we'd forgotten about the last of Mom's plants!
Well, I guess I could believe it, but I felt horrible about it. I decided to bring it home. I gave it a sip of water, a warm spot in the living room, and hoped for the best. Miraculously, we've watched it spring back to life! It's amazing. I've since repotted it into a larger pot(one of Mom's), and it is thriving. I have taken several cuttings and shared them with other family members. Mom's legacy lives on!
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