Is another man’s treasure, right?  That how the saying tells it.  So I guess it’s no surprise that the recent heat wave that’s had most of us moaning and groaning that even the pool was too hot would be heaven for someone out there.  Some one prickly, pineapple-shaped…and presumed dead.  My Cycad, to be exact.

I ‘inherited’ it at a Christmas party in December.  It was a white elephant gift, one that no one else wanted.  I brought it home and read up on it.  Great for beginners, hard to kill, very tolerant of neglect–perfect!

Not.  The one thing it wants is light, and that’s the one thing we haven’t got in this house.  Not a single window that can truly claim the title of sunny.  So I pampered the Cycad (translate–tried to drown it) and moved it from window to window, but it still dropped leaf after dead brown leaf on the floor.  When the weather warmed up, I gave up and stuck it outside where the cat curled up around it.  Before long, the poor Cycad was thoroughly dead and I had to remind myself every time I walked by its carcass that the thing needed throwing out.

But what it really needed was a sauna–and that’s what we’ve had for the last few weeks.  Behold, the newly rejuvenated Cycad!

I’m thinking of naming it Lazarus.

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