It's a Mystery That never ends.

This is my Cheese Plant.  

I used to have a cheese plant, many, many years ago. 

My mate gave it to me for my 21st birthday. 

I loved that plant.  It was little, but it grew.   It got bigger and bigger.  It came with me to my toxic flat in Broomhouse in Edinburgh.  And got bigger still.    I wiped her leaves, and watered her and watered her stick.

I gave her a name; I can't repeat that name here, because a little while later I met Himself, and to my horror, my plant had the same name as his .... wife. 

My relationship witth the cheeseplant dimished after that.  I couldn't speak to her anymore.  I tried changing her name but that didn't work. 

I neglected her.   I continued to drag her around a range of accommodations and then homes, but the care was never quite there any more. 

And she died. 

Now, many, many years later, I felt the time was right to cultivate a new relationship with a new cheeseplant. 

This one had 5 leaves when I got her.  She has fifteen now, and has sat resolutely in my office whilst I have been working from home.  I think she deserves a name now. 

Any suggestions.