My husband died about a year and a half ago. Right after his death, while I still had some sort of denial-phase energy, I decided to propagate some bb plants. Then, I stuck the tiny bbs in moist soil, put them in bags, sealed the bags up, and set them in a huge, sunny window. I also had recently decapitated a violet I received from my grandma in '99, so that was also bagged up and put with the others. All of the other violets that weren't bagged kicked the bucket over the past year.
I kept putting off checking on them because, as time passed, I was sure they were dead. I didn't feel like facing my inability to function enough to even care for plants, but I was finally able force myself to deal with what I assumed would be the carnage from depression and grief.
However, to my surprise, after all this time and absolutely zero care (no opening the bags, no watering — literally nothing) only two of the bagged violets didn't survive. These have been out of their bags for a week now, and they all show so much improvement! I think they might actually make it!!!
So, I guess that I'm just here to say that if you are struggling to care for your violets, stick your little friends in some ziplock bags in a sunny window until you are able to care for them again. I'm so surprised by how hearty these plants can be! Yayayayay
by Rae_Regenbogen
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WOW!!! I am so happy your plants survived, just like you did ❤ that was great foresight on your part. Sending love your way
🩷 love endures
So sorry for your loss. I’m impressed you had the foresight at such a difficult time to get the plants bagged.
You deserve this success with your violets. Their beauty can bring some joy back to you as you continue to rebuild your life.