It always seems to happen. I don't know why. But whenever I make a definitive statement, I seem to end up eating the words. It seems plants have personalities like we humans - they will do everything they can to resist being labelled and understood. These thriving fuchsia cuttings are a case in point. They appeared to be on their last legs a couple of weeks ago. Now they look as if they have been given a new lease of life.
I know I should be grateful. I am, really. But I wish I knew what's happened and why. I would like to report that we have now overcome the botrytis and shortening days, but reason says otherwise. Anyway, it's just as well they're surviving - with the sudden unexpected low temperatures, I might have lost quite a few of those in storage.
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