There's a plant that lives in the kitchen. I think we've had it for nearly thirty years. Georgie occasionally repots it and I occasionally water it, but, other than that, it largely gets forgotten about. How it's survived for so long is a complete mystery to me. There are times when it sheds its leaves, looks dead, and I sometimes think "well, that's it, it's a gonner, may as well chuck it in the bin", but, lo and behold, it miraculously recovers and starts budding again. Went into 'rest' mode last autumn, but has been gradually growing again over winter. Maybe it likes the cool of the kitchen (I keep it away from the stove and direct sunlight - not that there's been much sun over the last few months), or maybe it likes being largely ignored (I occasionally mop its leaves and give it a quick natter - yes, being a bonkers hermit recluse, I chat to the thing in order to encourage it to grow), but for whatever reason it's now looking more splendid than ever. Maybe it's just happy that winter appears to be over at last. Been a warm and sunny day today so I gave it a quick breath of fresh air on the front doorstep. It's now back indoors on its perch, probably preparing to shut down again over spring and summer. Must be exhausted after all that growing.
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