Molly and Hugh revisited || Plant update
Every morning I place him gently onto the window sill for a little sunbathing.
And silently pray I don’t drop him and watch his short life flash before my eyes as he plummets to the ground two floors below.
I’ve had just about all the plant passing I can take lately.
Molly, dear Molly, is gone.
She did so well through my time away back in December. Thrived even. Then, within weeks, her little fronds started drooping.
Then they fell off.
Then she expired.
I won’t share a picture with you. This blog is strictly PG.