Yesterday morning this dragon tree had a full, bushy head of foliage--until it was decapitated. By me. Accidentally. (I fell into it while retrieving a fallen book.)
Oops.
The resident green thumb tells me that the plant could sprout new foliage and burst back into healthy life, but meanwhile it lurks beside my desk looking like a stand microphone. What what message does it send? If this is an omen about how this semester will go, I'm in trouble already.
I prefer to see the decapitated plant as a sign of hope: like many of my students, it may appear to be stunted and lifeless, but with enough tender loving care, it can burst forth into lush green growth.
I hope.
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