I come bearing heavy fortunes. The little sprout thing has succumbed to the Texas heat. It was removed from the pot earlier today and cast off over the porch railing into oblivion. It will hold a special place in all of our hearts for as long as we remain, and its valiant attitude and will to live will never be forgotten. It may have lived a short life, but it was one full of color, first light purple, then pink, then pale white, then dark brown, finally succumbing to the sickly brown-black that ended its life.
Out of respect for the dead, there is no picture accompanying this post.