Well, the other day my mother came home and said that her therapist thinks she should either get a dog...or a plant. (?)
Lady plant number one was looking so horrible (yellowing leaves, just looking sickly) that I told her sisters to say goodbye, pulled her out of the tent, gave her a good flush, and sat her on my mothers dresser.
"Here mom....guess what, no dog."
My mother is so happy and admiring the plant this morning. She had a gleam in her eye and asked me "Will I be able to watch it grow marijuana?"
So, we dont know what the fate of lady plant number one will be, but the others are doing awesome.