The Evolution of Charlie.
This plant is sentimental to me for one reason: it belonged to my father, Steve. Growing up, I remember Charlie always hanging around the house. Usually on the kitchen counter where it received the brightest indirect sunlight our small mobile home could offer. Its dark green vines touching the floor after a successful growing season. When it would rain, Steve would task me with placing Charlie outside to collect Mother Nature's gift. Charlie was the only plant in the house & in some way, became a member of our tight knit family. Namely, the Devil's Ivy is difficult to kill. One could say Charlie must have felt Steve's presence dissipate from this Earth. I wonder if plants share some sort of cosmic connection to their caregivers? I'm no expert by any means. After doing some light research (thanks to YouTube) I quickly began to understand how propagation worked. I salvaged what I could from Charlie & placed it in a mason jar. I didn't have much hope, but just like my father, Charlie proved to be resilient.
