One Happy Plant

For those of you who have been following my blog for a few months you may remember my little friend I snagged right after Christmas from my apartment complex dumpster. I wrote about my rescue mission here.

By late January our little tree was enjoying its leafy life here in the apartment where it spent most of its days living on top of the dinner table because of this little fellow...

Noah, it seems loved the tree to death...or pretty darn close to that. Noah wanted to touch the leaves, stroke the leaves, love the leaves, and then rip them out one by one in his adoration. Then came the overwhelming love for the stems themselves. By late February I had a poinsettia tree that looked more like a poinsettia stick so I sought out some advice online as to how to care for this little guy and it said that in the poinsettia's off season you should cut the stem back to grade and keep it in the dark until the spring when you bring it out and starting giving it water and a little fertilizer. Thankfully by then the weather is warmer and it could live its happy days outside free from the grip of Noah, the tree slayer.

Well, I am very pleased to report that Mr. Poinsettia is doing very fine. Very fine indeed.


Wouldn't you agree?

I am not sure what makes a poinsettia a tree-form or the typical Christmas bush we see at all the grocery stores. I am sure it has something to do with heavy pruning and training the main stem to grow tall and stem-less but for now I think I will leave him just the way it is.

I think he's happy that way.