New shamrock plant! (How long before I kill it?)

Had a great brunch with my parents at Carlyle (my first time there — a special hello to the sauteed crab cakes among biscuit, scrambled eggs and hollandaise sauce) and came home with a new shamrock plant. My last one, if you remember, arrived at my apartment on St. Patrick’s Day ’06 and spent the next few years dying and miraculously resurrecting.

Any guesses how long this one has? Learning from the first’s initial die-off (from which it never really recovered), I’ve removed the pot’s plastic wrapper. Who could’ve known it was trapping most of the water? Most people, I guess. You have my word, no accidental drownings this time.

Happy St. Patrick’s Week!

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