Remember that tomato plant that I killed on Sunday? The one that caused me to decide to break the other tomatoes out instead of sliding them out?
Well this morning I had a moment to kill while waiting for my fellow carpoolers and wandered out to the garden. It was raining pretty steadily and had been since last night. And you know what? That damn tomato was standing 80% of the way back up. Since it was still raining when I got home I don’t have a photo, sorry.
So I don’t know, how does that rank on the scale of improbabilities and/or miracles?
Plants are remarkably resilient. I put a couple of poppies into our back garden a week or two ago that were looking distinctly, mortally ill. They started to struggle back, to the point that the stalks holding up their flower buds have a 90-degree turn in them, from horizontal to vertical. Unfortunately, I had a friend around this weekend to help in the back garden. He assumed - and acted on his assumption without asking - that the poppies were weeds. He very forcefully drew a garden rake over one of them before I could stop him. No more flower head for that one. I’ve stuck the head in the ground next to the plant, and am keeping my fingers crossed, but I somehow doubt that plants are *that* resilient!