Rerooting

I repotted this plant back in August. She’s been with me for about seven years in total now and has survived several moves — including nine months in a basement apartment, two years in foster care (thank you Sara, thank you Liz), and going on two more in the most beautiful natural light.

When I got here, to this most beautiful natural light, she had one stem with four leaves left. I almost trashed her. But instead, I decided to place her on my windowsill, give her water and attention, and just see what might happen. To my amazement two new stems popped up over time. And eventually, as happy plants do, she outgrew her container.

So last August I gave her a new one. And just last week, she finally began to grow again. Of course, I suspect there’s been a lot going on under the surface, where my eyes can’t see but my heart knows important things happen. Things that provide support and stability and strength for the plant to eventually take off.

And taking off we are — this weekend, moving to an apartment that’s all my own. New pot. New soil. I do not know how I’ll feel or what growth will look like there.

I just know that if it took seven whole months of rerooting for my Gold Dust Dracaena to grow one new leaf, it’s okay for me to take my time, too.

I pick up the keys today, and come Sunday, I’m going. I’m going gently, going steadily, going slowly.

Wish us both luck.