This poor little poinsettia sat by the door in my job's kitchen for two months past Christmas. No one was watering it, yet it was refusing to die. It had the nerve to even sprout new green leaves. I asked about it and no one wanted it, so I took it home.
The last one I "rescued" (PoPo)lasted 3 years...I figured, "This plant's a survivor. It deserves a chance." It's name is Charlie PoPo, because it looked like Charlie Brown's forlorn little Christmas tree--all branches and scraggliness. But you remember what his tree ended up looking like in the end...
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