At the end of last summer, I was ready to dispose of my fuchsia. I always hate doing it because they are such lovely plants and I love growing them. This one was coming back from having been nested in by a pair of Mourning Doves. It got broken into a lot of pieces. I nursed it back to some kind of health. Just about when it was getting healthy, the weather turned cold and it was doomed.
Owen wanted to know why I couldn’t take it inside for the winter. I said I never knew anyone who was able to nurse a fuchsia through the winter. He said he wanted to try.
He did it. It has produced four flowers so far. It’s a little pale and probably needs some fertilizer and maybe a new pot and fresh earth. But it’s alive and making flowers. Definitely a little miracle.