He is now napping, and I have made fresh green beans and new potatoes in the crock pot as a peace offering.
I sometimes get too attached to plants, methinks.
Well, I will keep my fingers crossed. The astillbe that he sprayed with weed killer last year came back. Maybe this plant will as well.
This I understand completely ... though you are making it nearly beyond impossible for me to keep the appropriate sad face ... reflecting my sorrow over this event ... because, instead ... your angst is making me want to laugh.
Poor Mr. Marple ....
Prognosis is good ... but deep in the throws of this ... distress?! ... one might wish otherwise.
HAR!