Branko, as I called him, was discarded after he dried his branches and discarded his leaves, left to die staring at the waves. Today, Easter and Branko have been throwing out young leaves for six months in their new home, in addition to Kreša, Tvrtka, in the meantime three more undefined trees from a container in the neighborhood and some exhausted dried citrus of unknown fate have joined. Take care of your plants, they are pure love and happiness.
