All my life I have had this magic touch of making plants grow. My Dad would tell me, "if you planted a pencil, it would grow into a tree." I guess you could say I have a "green" hand, not just a "green" thumb.
Over the Thanksgiving holiday of 1996, my brother came home for a visit and brought me his "stick."
What was it? It was a miniature Dendrobium
When he bought it at a discount store, it had been in bloom, but now the poor little plant was in a very sorry condition. It had lost all it's leaves and Greg just knew he had killed it. In sheer despair he brought it to me with hopes that I could bring it back to life.
I secretly smiled to myself and said "You have got to be kidding." I picked up the sad little stick and headed out the door to the greenhouse
Now I knew something that Greg didn't. Dens were known to lose their leaves on the old "canes," so I was not really worried; the new growth just had not yet begun. I looked closely at the stick and it was still green and healthy so I knew it wasn't dead.
By January new growth started to pop out of the bark and I smiled as I watched it grow all summer into a fine looking little Den. By October the new growth had filled the pot and a flower spike was just beginning to grow.
Greg came home for Thanksgiving and yes! It was in bloom.