When we decided to stay in The Netherlands for so long, I knew my house/porch plants would suffer. It was an offer I was willing to make, but with a bit of pain in my heart. I overwatered them as much as I dared (rotting roots are even worse than no water at all), moved most of them inside, in the shadow, and hoped for the best.
So when we came home, I was surprised and relieved to see how many actually survived. Just a few were beyond saving, but most of them were doing okay, or at least not too bad.
These three though… They looked like they weren’t going to make it, but I was not ready to give up on them yet. So I gave them some love, water and time.
And look at them now (three weeks after we arrived home): new leaves!
I know, so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. But small victories need to be celebrated too, don’t you think?
