Kathryn, if you’re reading this – I’m sorry.
Kathryn and I were roommates in college, and she has a very nice little plant that she called Sylvester. (It was some kind of evergreen-fern thing. Brad will know.) Somehow, when school was done I got custody of Sylvester and he traveled many places with us – Minnesota, Maryland, and then back to Seward. Not being a plant person, I have hated Sylvester for many years now. He just kept growing taller, skinnier and sad-looking. He’d drop branches like there was no tomorrow, so it looked like a sickly palm tree. Lloyd and I have argued about euthanizing him, and this summer Brad said, “Put it outside in the winter. It will die a painless, natural death.”
So we did.
Mission accomplished! Plant’s dead! On Lloyd’s second day of yard work we were disposing of the corpse and found this!
Whaaaa? Still in tiny pots? No wonder! The hilarious thing is that I think Lloyd and Brad repotted this from it’s earlier container, but they just put all the dirt in from the small pot.
This was also found in the dirt. Kathryn, I think it’s your sleeve.
