Daylight was ending, and I hurried to re-pot a few plants. I should have done it that morning while officially gardening, but I thought I could sneak in a few chores that my saner self wouldn’t notice. The old plants had been sacrificed, and their upper stems were in water to root. As I carried out the discarded bits, I saw that one looked quite good. Passing by a birdbath on the ground, I tossed it in so the roots were in water and the leaves hanging onto the edge for dear life. You’ll know how late it was, because I never considered taking a photo of this strange thing.

The next day I planted it near others outside the back porch. The morning sun might be a bit much for them, but they have shade all afternoon. I suspect watering will be a crucial component of their care. I didn’t think about the stage of life these plants are in. Basically, they are now in a nursing home where they will have the basics to sustain life. Old age has ravaged them. Perhaps they will rally to put on a good show, but cold winter weather will kill them. I intend to see that they have the best care I can provide as long as they are alive.