On St. Patrick's Day, I went to Ralphs to get snacks for the office. While there, I purchased a potted Shamrock for myself. I'd had one back home in Pennsyltucky that grew by leaps and bounds. I left it with my stepmom when I moved to LA and last time I was home, it was still a healthy, vibrant plant. I missed that plant as it is one of the few I didn't manage to kill, so it was mostly nostalgia that made me buy the new one.
Almost immediately it went from lovely green plant to shriveled yellow tendrils. I picked off the dead stems one by one, but didn't want to ditch the whole plant because there were still a few green stems. I went on vacation knowing that it would most likely be dead upon my return. While I was out, I asked my friend Criss to feed Indigo (the fish) but neglected to mention the plant. The last Friday of my vacation, Criss texted me and said, "yeah, your plant is pretty dead. Do you want me to water it?" I told her not to bother and I'd deal with it when I got back. It was a pretty sad little plant. Only one green stem remained but I watered it anyway, not willing to accept defeat that easily. Then, something amazing happened. A tender little shoot appeared at the base of the lone stem. Then another and another until suddenly, my sickly little plant looked like this:I placed it on the sill, turning it daily to get maximum exposure to the light and now I have this:Can you see all the little shoots popping up in the center of the pot? I counted six this morning and before I left this evening two more had peeked their heads above soil. If this keeps up, it'll be a full plant in no time.
Stay alive, my little Oxalis Triangularis. No Defeat! No Surrender!