Happy Sunday! I am currently sitting at my dining room table with my plants scattered throughout the dining room. Last night the temperature dropped to 34 degrees (Oh my!), so after getting home from work I whisked my children inside for the night. I'm debating on whether to move them outside or not; it is supposed to only get up to 60 today and drop into the 30s tonight. They need the fresh air, so I might. The topic of my post today is about my Fiddle Leaf Fig! As you might remember, my tree was growing in two stalks inside the same pot. My morning routine involves carefully looking over each plant, ensuring adequate growth and always checking for areas of concern. As I looked over my Fiddle Leaf on Friday, I noticed that the leaves were being crowded too tightly and one had even split (yes folks, my leaf was split in half and yes, I was very upset). I called up my friend Anna, and we decided to split my Fiddle Leaf up into two plants. What we decided to do was make sure the roots were all the way dry before repotting that way I could soak them into their new soil after the move. We took them out of the current pot, used a clean butcher knife to split them down the middle, then set them on terra cotta plates to bask in the southern sun while we went shopping. While we are out shopping, take a peek at the before picture:
So a few hours later, we get back and I literally throw the supplies down in Anna's kitchen and race outside to find an absolute TRAGEDY! One of my fiddle leaf trees had fallen over and looked done. Literally I died, y'all. I was frozen in fear, knowing that when I picked this delicate plant up its leaves were going to be broken and fall off. I creeped over to the plant (I guess if I walked too fast it would get even more afraid of what was to come and die right before my eyes). Before touching it I looked it up and down: Still green? Yes. Any broken leaves? Too early to tell. Does it look just like it did before just laying to one side? Maybe. With the utmost caution, I bent down toward the ground (Also my back was hurting) to inspect poor little Fiddle Leaf. I raised it upright and literally screamed out loud. My two new leaves that I had been watching grow day-after-day were flopped over like a hound dog's ears! I probably could have cried but I don't really do that. Ripping open a bag of cactus potting soil I put that tree back in the pot as fast as I possibly could while making sure it was of course straight up and down and perfectly centered (I can't forget the important parts). I carried it over to the edge of Anna's patio and watered that poor baby until water was pouring from the bottom of the pot. The leaves felt as soft as silk and as weak as wet toilet paper. Instead of pointing to the heavens, my leaves were pointing to the ground (probably telling me "Go to hell" for putting them through this torture). The other Fiddle Leaf looked surprisingly intact, standing upright and proud, leaves still facing the sky. I placed it in a new pot (same pot, different color), and added fresh soil, then watered the heck out of it. All I wanted to do was rush them home and nurse them, but a drive that normally takes ten minutes (Anna's house to my apartment), took me probably 30. Every bump in the road, every curve, every right or left turn, and every sudden stop was followed by me screaming and looking in the back to make sure I wasn't going to snap my poor trees' necks. Charlotte traffic is crazy, and 4pm on a Friday was no exception. Eventually, I made it home.... and two days later, they look GREAT! I was so impressed I did a little photo shoot this morning. So for all those who read this whole post, Introducing Fiddle Leaf 1 and Fiddle Leaf 2!