I love my feathery fern and so far, it loves me back. I have had other plants in its place over the past two years, but unfortunately, they didn't work out.
That is the most polite way of saying that I did them in.
Too much watering.
Too little.
There was the spider plant.
And the Boston fern.
And of course, lots of fresh cut flowers like:
Between the fresh cut flowers that always needed replacing, and the house plants that just didn't last long, it's nice to have a constant friend who asks so little, but offers such a wonderful and whimsical presence.
I don't know the botanical name of this fern, but it has happily grown three times its size since living with us.
And we're happy to have her.
