My brother had mailed me some cuttings from his plant, which my mother had given him about thirty years ago. She died in 1994.
Although the cuttings had arrived a bit battered from the trip, the “before” picture is what they looked like after a month of tender loving care. My brother said that they would recover quickly and become a beautiful houseplant.
Now, eight months later, they’re doing great, as you can see. My mother would be delighted that the plant she loved is still very much loved — and still lovely.