Never give up hope! This poor Yucca has been in my office since last autumn and survived (just) the icy cold winter that caused the pipes to freeze and the toilet cistern to crack. From this angle the plant looks pretty dead with just a hint of green among all the brown.
Baptism or burial seem to be the options.... so total immersion it was!
Then the pruning knife came out... All the dead leaves were removed and that revealed quite a significant sign of hope. Two reasonably healthy green hearts that had just enough energy to stand upright.
I hardly needed the garden centre's instruction card to know what I should have been doing.
Also, knowing that the plant thrives in Mexico might have given me a clue to the kind of temperatures that it would prefer in Ireland! After all, it is a house plant! That means that an office where the winter temperature fell well below zero wasn't exactly ideal conditions for it to flourish.
If Judith (another 365-er) hadn't mentioned it the next couple of pictures wouldn't have been taken! She imagined Lay-Zee climbing up it... no sooner said than done!
It was at that stage that it seemed like a good idea to give the plant a spray of water all round as well. Lay-Zee ended up getting soaked too.
I'm not giving up hope. Hopefully the rescue has come just in time. There may well be new growth and the Yucca will once again have a healthy head of hair - and that's something that Lay-Zee will never experience!
Another one of the "Favourite Hymns" that we sang yesterday is Priscilla J Owens' "Will your anchor hold in the storms of life, when the clouds unfold their wings of strife?" This song expresses well the Christian hope that, no matter what experiences we go through, we are assured of God's love which gives us an anchor that cannot be moved.
It will firmly hold in the straits of fear,
when the breakers have told the reef is near,
though the tempest rage and the wild winds blow,
not an angry wave shall our bark o'erflow.
We have an anchor that keeps the soul,
steadfast and sure while the billows roll,
fastened to the rock which cannot move,
grounded firm and deep in the Saviour's love.
Church Hymnal number 680
"Will your anchor hold..." by Priscilla J Owens.