I refer to Madame Alfred Carriere, who I thought had met an untimely end when I transplanted her from garden to plot at the end of March, just as the really dry spell started.
Despite a generous sprinkle of mycorrhizal fungi about her roots, regular watering, and words of encouragement she soon began to shed her leaves. Ever the optimist, I carried on watering and chatting, which soon turned to apology and seeking forgiveness (you all talk to your plants, right?)
Anyhow, something worked because I spied tiny new buds last weekend, which have now turned into new shoots.
This time next year…