A Different Sort of Pot

I rescued a small succulent plant a while back. It was cemented into a strange little jar, one with snowmen and reindeer on it. I guess it was meant to be sold as an ornament and thrown away after the holidays were done. But I broke the jar, freed the sad little roots, and gave it some love.

It grew for a while, then I moved it to a cuter pot, a smiling giraffe. I’d saved it after the plant that came in it died. My rescued plant looked great for a few weeks, sitting in its new home. But things soon took a turn to the dark side. The plant started to change color, and not in a good way. Just ever so slightly turning brown and purple. Definitely not the colors of thriving in a small succulent plant.

My sister tried to save it. She used all her magical succulent-whisperer powers. She has a still-living cactus that she’s brought back from the brink at least three times. But even Trish couldn’t help this poor, purplish thing.

So, I did the only thing I could do; I moved it to a different pot. Out of the small, yellow giraffe where it seems plants go to die (this wasn’t the first one, remember). And now it appears a miracle has happened: as I look at it now, one small green leaf is emerging at the top. It’s thin, spindly, but it’s poking its pointy end outward.

Perhaps it’s not dead after all. Perhaps it’s still got a few good green leaves in it.

Maybe all it needed to grow and even someday–(I’m hoping)–thrive, was a different sort of pot.

Maybe sometimes that’s all any of us need.

I’ll let you know how things turn out.