I brought home a small and fragile houseplant, a Kalanchoe, that was doomed to die. It was about only ten centimeters high. I was taking it home on a crowded bus, wrapped in a plastic bag along with an equally fragile Saintpaulia, also called the African Violet. At home, I took out the Kalanchoe. It was probably cold damaged and three leaves had fallen off already. I placed the flower on the windowsill and watered it. The Kalanchoe doesn’t like water to be poured directly on the roots. The weather here is cold and it gets dark very early, so I expect that this plant, along with the few new sprouts it has, is in for a struggle. On top of that, my windowsill faces North and very little light enters the room.