The Grapevine is Alive
I was on my way out the door Thursday morning when I decided to make a quick run to the backyard to see if the spinach seeds I'd planted days earlier were showing any signs of life. They weren't. And I was disappointed to realize I'd probably planted them too late. Again. Curses.
But then something caught the corner of my eye. It was not at all what I was looking for, especially since now I was accustomed to turning my glance away from the sad sight that was our shriveled-up grapevine.
Is that...? What... ? Are those... ? NEW LEAVES!? I had to reach out and touch one to convince myself it was real.
I can't believe it. It's alive. Our grapevine is still alive!
Of all the plants we moved from the District to Maryland, the grapevine suffered the most from its uprooting. (The butterfly bush is a near goner too, but more about that later.) As we dug the plant from the ground, I remember how surprised I was at how long its roots had grown; it was a mere twig when we received it from our friend last April. How awful it felt to tear its fragile veins from the earth. Within moments, its leaves wilted to a crisp. I'd never seen a plant wither so quickly, so severely.
That was three weeks ago when we did all our transplanting. Since then, I'd been diligently watering our grapevine's skeleton, even though I was convinced I would see no gasp of a lifeline until next spring. If ever.
And then there it was. A tiny new leaf. And then another. And another.
For as quickly as the plant wilted during the move, it now appears equally as quick to come back to life. I am once again amazed at how resilient plants can be. And I am beyond words to say how happy we are. Our little grapevine is still alive.