Dear Fig Cuttings,
Why are you so temperamental? You do so good so I pot you into the next size. Everyone says "feed them! They are hungry" so I give you a little food. Everyone says "give them light!" so I give you a little shaded light and bring you inside at night because I fear 45 degrees will make you sad. Everyone says "give them a little water, but not too much" so I pick you up regularly to gauge your thirst.
I do these things and yet you wilt. I put you back into the humidity chambers even though you had graduated. Maybe you are sad to be growing up? Maybe you want to stay my baby a while longer? But no, that isn't right either because you continue to look pathetic.
I have decided you are all a bunch of spoiled, temperamental jerks.
I still love you, but I don't like you very much right now.
Sincerely,
Nichole