My first and once flourishing Passiflora Caerulea has died. I just pulled it out of its erstwhile abode this morning and disposed of it. It’s roots were rotten, but that could be because it was dead in the ground for more than a week but I left it were it was hoping that it will regenerate. No such luck.
But it didn’t really die as it left behind a number of descendants who adorn at least three other gardens in Bahrain, and of course my own as well. That baby is doing very well in its new location which is facing the North just like its mother plant.
I can see that some shoots are available at the feet of the daughter plant which I might well pot and nurture and eventually plant where the mother was. That is, if I can’t find another replacement. I have an itch to get an even more grand passiflora and plant there, I’ll see how it goes over the next few weeks. I’m in no hurry, especially that I have to have that wall (maybe the whole house) repainted.
Thanks Mrs. Passiflora, you’ve been very good to me.
