Last Christmas's poinsettia flourished til the Spring when I put it outside in the semi-tropical air of a Richmond summer. Naturally I forgot about it, and the next time I looked, it was shriveled and seemingly dead from lack of water. I gave it the last rites but didn't throw it away, feeling guilty I guess for not giving it better care. Fast forward to this afternoon, after a week of solid rain and second wettest September on record, I happened to glance over at the former dead poinsettia. It's a miracle!
