Five years ago I wrote about Mel's jade tree.
Mel is our brother who died when he was twenty-eight. Long time ago.
He started this from a cutting--the world must be full of jade trees folks just wanted to grow.
I don't know how old it was when Jan rescued it from Mel's kitchen sink, back in 1976.
When she and Tom, Mom and I set up housekeeping, the jade tree came here, of course, and did what happy jade trees do. It grew.
It was not happy enough to bloom more than once, in 2005.
But it did grow, and was moved to a bigger pot several times.
When it went to this pot it took three of us, and we did it in the foyer, not outdoors.
It was obvious the plant had a small window of opportunity to get through the front door.
I wrote the Cleveland Botanical Gardens and offered them a jade tree, approximately three and a half feet by three and a half feet square. They had only to move it.
They did, in 2011.
I said one day I would take a look at the Melvin Lytle Memorial Jade at the Cleveland Botanical Gardens.
Today Ruth and I went.
There it is, in the foyer.
Look what professional pruning will do.
Jade trees can live five hundred years or more.
This one is just shy of fifty.
Now you know where it is, kiddo.
Keep an eye on it.