And it continues to be busy. My little brother is here visiting for the week. He is moving to Washington, D.C., to begin a new job and I am going to miss him like crazy.
At any rate, I bet you are wondering who takes pictures of her groceries as she is in the process of checking them out? Honestly, I can't really say why I did it. Perhaps because this is the first houseplant I've purchased in ages (not counting the Trader Joe's orchids I sometimes get and then reluctantly allow to wane), and I'm wondering if I can keep it alive.
It's a fern, and something about it touched my heart. I remember my grandmother had a fern in the corner of her living room and it was enormous, practically insatiable. I think we lost a tiny cousin in there once and she was never heard from again.
This dear fern has prettier manners. It is now sitting in a birdcage and every time I pass by, I stop and gaze at it awhile, feeling deeply satisfied. I think my scattered brain thrives upon scenes of balance and simplicity. Needless to say, I subject myself to the girls' closets the very least amount of time necessary.
The fern did not come with a list of instructions, not that it would have made a great deal of difference if it had. The orchids come with copious rules~you practically have to sign a mandate to buy one~and yet they still don't last more than a few months under my care.
But I'm wondering if anyone out there knows anything about keeping ferns alive in the world's dryest climate, and if so, can you distill the information down to the level of a very small and easily distracted child?
Trust me, it will be in the fern's best interest if you do.