Chronic anthropomorphism?

Grim determination. 
After it "went all straggly" I set it aside - onto the kitchen window ledge. 
This is the result.
Remember it?
I'm now tempted to do a re-pot, or two, or three;  just to see what happens; and whether it'll now be aclimatised.  Or, as them-over-there are wont to say - "aclimated"  though I suspect I'll never understand them.