A Stately Companion
by K. Bagby, Southside Master Gardener & Southern Piedmont Master Naturalist Back in 1995 I found a plant pot someone had thrown away. There was still a plant in it, sort of. Half a dozen brown things stuck up maybe half an inch from the rock-hard, bone-dry soil, but there were traces of green in two or three of the scabbed, withered chips that were left. I didn’t know anything about plants at the time—still don’t, but that’s another story—but thought it was the remains of someone’s snake plant. Always up for a challenge, I took the poor thing home and did the only thing I knew to do: I watered it and stuck it in the kitchen window, cheap pot, hard soil, and all.