I don’t know why but I wanted to see if I could grow a palm tree from Arizona. So right before I left from my last visit with Tracy and Kelly, Kelly dug up this little sprout from their front yard. I put it in a plastic bag with the tiny root wrapped in a wet paper towel and carried it home in my purse.

It was just two fronds at the time. I didn’t hold out much hope because I had failed with growing a Saguaro cactus. Those don’t like being out of their home environs at all.  When I got home, I stuck it in this terracotta pot, located it in a sunny, south facing window and gave it a little water now and then.

As many of you know, I just moved three weeks ago and thought I would leave this little plant behind since it hadn’t shown any signs of life.

When Hannah asked me if I wasn’t going to take it with me, I just said, “Oh, put it outside, see if it survives. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t, and if it does, it does”. I was so nonchalant and careless. Hannah said, “Mom, you better take a look at it”.

I hadn’t really paid much attention to it in the last little bit. But, lo and behold! Look at this beautiful frond coming up and it’s put on height, as well!

I’ve been apologizing to it for giving up so easily. Perhaps it knew that winter would soon be over and spring was coming and it was time to come alive. I don’t know. I’ll never know.

Now every day I say, “I love you little Arizona palm. I will never give up on you again. I promise”.