Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Regular friends of the decanter will know that ol’ Robbo had been gassing all winter about some jasmine he put in last summah and whether it would survive AlGore’s Global Freezing. Said friends will further recall that ol’ Robbo pronounced said jasmine dead and, a couple weeks ago, pulled it out and replaced it with wisteria (which is now sprouting like weeds, BTB).
Well, friends, I must here own up that I was not completely forthright about all this. You see, although it was quite clear that from the ground up said jasmine were completely dead, when I actually went to pull up the first of them I was disturbed to see that its roots, which were longer and deeper than I’d imagined, didn’t really seem so. They weren’t dried. They weren’t withered. In fact, they seemed rayther supple.
Truth be told, I was strongly tempted to put the thing back where I had found it.
However, the wisteria had already been bought. Further, I didn’t want to spend another month agonizing over probably-dead plants. So gritting my teeth, I yanked out the jasmine.
All except one, that is, because I wanted to see what would happen and whether I was right or wrong in my initial diagnosis.
Well, you can see where this is going. Yesterday, I noticed a pair of new leaves on the thing. D’OH!
I generally dislike the idiot savant character in book and film, but Chauncey Gardner is right. “As long as the roots are not severed, all is well. And all will be well in the garden.”
I was clever in one respect, however. The plant that I saved was one of two on a double-wide section of lattice. So it will grow up next to (and perhaps tangled with) one of the wisteria. I’ve no problem with that.