Can This Plant Be Saved?

 

Before

In the house I grew up in we had a plant table in what had been the sun room. There were windows on three sides of the far end of our living room and my mother filled the table with plants. My mother took good care of her plant collection and they lived long and happy lives, including the plant you see in the above photograph. When I moved to New York in 1975 I was given the hardiest plant and almost fifty years later, we're both still purring along. 

Barely purring along. I'd really taken my old friend for granted. I don't think I repotted it in twenty (or thirty) years. I plopped it in a window, watered it from time to time and clipped off a dead leaf when I thought of it. A couple of weeks ago I took a good look at my plant
and it looked sad. I was torn between getting rid of it or giving it another go. I opted for another go, if the plant store thought it could be saved. I bundled it up, brought it to the plant store and hoped for the best. 

The nice young woman at the plant store said there was hope. She took it out of  the old plastic pot and the picture above is what we found. She assured me that my occasional watering was what kept it alive all of these years. 

After

This is the after. My old friend has new soil, a new pot and a new location in my apartment.  It's now next to my computer and I'm enjoying really seeing it every day. Yes, this plant could be saved. Here's to the years to come!  

It's a beautiful Monday morning in New York City. Later I'm planning a walk, a pedicure -- one of my favorite treats -- and a trip to Trader Joe's. What are your plans for the first Monday in June? 

As ever, thanks for visiting and have a great Monday.