Survival of the fittest

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Last winter my son-in-law brought me a mature fuschia bush, variety unknown, which was being dumped from a garden nearby. It was brought to me in a plastic trug with only the soil around the massive rootball to sustain it.
I didn’t hold out much hope for it, but did intend to give it a chance. Next day, however, the snow started and got to a metre deep eventually over the next three months with frost temperatures down to -18 C regularly.
When the snow finally went and the trug was uncovered, I was on my way to the wheelie bin with it when I saw a little glimmer of green.
Still not holding out any hope for it, I cut back all the dead branches, put it in a half-barrel pot with compost and over the next few weeks this glimmer of green has turned into the plant I have now which is 4ft X 4 ft and absolutely dripping with flowers.
I guess this must be what they call ‘fully hardy’!