The shamrock plant that's come back from the brink of death a thousand times is recovering nicely. For a plant, it's been through hell, but it always lands on its feet. Roots. Actually tubers. Anyway it's healthy. I'm really glad I didn't toss it when I thought I'd drowned it or dried it up or recently when the cat turned it into a pot of stems. I've had this plant almost forty years, and I dig that. It's a fighter. It seems to like its new digs, with the killer dirt and compost and all. There's even a nice little yellow mushroom growing in the center of the left pot. I believe that's considered good luck. I'm Irish too. I'll take it.
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