A Fragile Roof

A crisp rustle caught my ear near the sunny patch on the floor? I padded over to investigate. A broad, dried leaf lay curled against the rim of a heavy ceramic planter. I reached out to touch the ribbed veins. It felt paper-dry under my fingers. When I pinched the edge, a tiny crack snapped across the brittle tip? Not good. I paused and reconsidered. Crouching lower, I hooked both hands around the thick base stem instead. With a steady tug, I tilted the curled leaf upright against the warm pot. A sturdy little lean-to, perfectly shaded.