This hibiscus was in full bloom last august. It began a downward spiral (largely due to my neglect) in the fall and winter–culminating in a 20 foot fall from our porch onto the patio during a windstorm. We were away at the time and came home to a sad heap on the ground. My husband repotted it, and all the leaves promptly fell off–but then, little by little it has started to bloom. Despite its pathetic appearance, I leave it out, and feel inspired by it unwillingness to give up. There’s a good lesson in that.