We were traveling for 2 months during January and February, leaving my beautiful(y nonexistent) Gentiana Phyllocalyx unattended for way too long. However, Mrs. O'Hare didn't raise no fool and my brother is an engineer, so I figured out a way to take care of my "flowers" while I was gone: I put them in a bowl, in a sink, and left it dripping at an interval of 1 drip every 7 seconds. Seems reasonable, right?
Upon our return, I was pleasantly surprised to find that some kind soul had a) broken into our room, and b) turned off the drip. Thanks, eco-friendly cat burgler. Thus, I have been forced to baby my flowers back to life.
At this point, I still have no idea if the flowers themselves have survived this 6 month harrowing saga of transplantation, but I can say with confidence that whatever grass/weed seeds were in the can have continued to grow with a healthy disrespect for the plants I'm actually trying to grow. Here is the current reality:
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