root_rot tender_square and i learned plants, like people, need to breathe, only after suffocating the root systems of my dracaena warneckii and marginate, blade tips splotched, seared blonde, brunette. overwatered shock to soil, i made a spade of my hand and dug the dampness out, or what i could, cradling the plants by the bundle of their blackened nerves to dislodge disease, delicately in the kitchen sink with lullaby. once you’ve proceeded down a long-drawn route, switchbacks are improbable. i’ve dressed my babes in new pots knowing they will choke in their beds as i do in my own, a once-devoted wife struggling to grow. 220104 what's it to you? who go blather from