October 2, 2011
When we arrived in Abu Dhabi lo these nearly (gulp) two years ago, we inherited two plants on our patio.
When we moved, we took them with us. I have not particularly nurtured these plants, but I have enjoyed them. The first time we took a long trip, I was careful to move them inside and put plastic over them just like my mother taught me, creating mini terrariums.
Goodness knows how long these plants have been around. They get watered once a week by the housekeeper and then promptly forgotten.
And that's what I did when I left for my last vacation -- I forgot the plants. When we came home, the little plant/tree (above) was nothing but sticks. I mourned. It was all my fault. Three weeks in the searing heat with no water.
But I didn't throw it out. I'm not sure if it is because I was too lazy (an obvious option) or because I had some hope it might come back. Paul thought there was a good chance it would come back. (Actually there are two of them, and I think the other is gone for good, it's on the right.)
So, here we are a month or so after our return and we have a healthy, leafy, blooming tree-plant.
It's a miracle.