I didn’t blame you the first year. Well, you should know me well enough by now. When have I ever condemned a plant without checking first? And sure enough, all the sites told me you wouldn’t flower if you were overwatered. So I cut back. And still nothing. The next year I cut back still further. You just turned brown and tatty.
Now credit where credits due - I’ve tried hard. I’ve tried fertilising and not fertilising. I’ve put you in the sun, out of the sun, half in half out. And still you just sit there. I’ve pruned you back, I’ve let you grow, I’ve taken cuttings. And where did that get me? I now have two of you who won’t flower instead of one.
So here we are again. You’re supposed to flower from June to August and what have you given me? Not so much as a bud.
Well I’m sorry, but I’ve had enough. You know I never throw a plant away unless it dies, but I think you’re just taking advantage. You’re a tatty mess and you refuse to perform. So this is your last chance. I’m afraid you take up too much space for me to be patient any longer. I’ve checked all the gardening sites I can find, and I’m following their advice to the letter. I’ve put you in the sunniest spot I can. I’m watering very moderately and you’re not getting fertilised if you beg for it. But this is it - you give me some flowers by August or I’m afraid we’ll be parting company.
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