Once upon a time in the Gardens of Chiconia, there was a dead stick.
The stick lay on a bench in the Gardens and dried out, its leaves dropped off and the cut sealed over. One day, it was stuck hopefully into a nice blue ceramic tub with some nice potting soil and compost. It got a lot of encouraging chat, good drainage, worm tea and plenty of water
All around it, other plants were springing joyfully out of the ground.
Days, weeks and months passed. The dead stick watched the sun rise and set, watched weather dry and wet. Nothing much happened. Until one day, at the ends of the dead stick’s branches appeared little dark red pointy leaf buds. Great excitement ensued in the Kingdom of Chiconia.
The leaves came out… and fell off again when winter came. Once more, it was a dead stick.
Chiconia itself moved, and the stick in its blue ceramic tub came too. It travelled on the back of the trailer, its few leaves flapping in the wind, and there was some concern that it would not like the change or the bumpy ride, or the flapping.
But the stick loved its new home. It put out more and more leaves, bigger, shinier and better leaves. And one day, there were Other Buds.
And they grew.
And the moral of this tale is: if you have a frangipani dead stick, don’t lose hope. It’s just waiting for the time to be right.