A Month of Reflection
2 weeks ago
10.05.2009
fiddleheads
Years ago, my mother gave me a few starters from her own garden. Since I've been renting pretty much my adult life, the ferns have been stuck in pots. What's special about these ferns besides being from my mom, is that for some reason, I just can't kill them. Not that I've been trying! I just forget them out in the icy winters...don't remember to water them in the droughts of summers. I end up having to cut them back to almost nothing. They keep coming back..more beautiful and lush than before. This past summer was one of the hardest, but they survived and are now thriving again, because we've been getting rain, rain, RAIN! There's been a LOT going on in my life lately, and like these ferns, I seem to be able to weather it all and keep thriving.
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6 comments:
Oh beautiful, and I love the story that accompanies it.
spectacular shot of your fern! your commentary about weathering what life brings and how the fern keeps coming back. So true!
I love the way the fern seems to be unfurling. And aren't mother great for passing along their foliage? :)
I love this shot! It's so nice that it came from your mother's garden!
those ferns sound like just the thing for someone with a black thumb - like ME!!!! I kill everything, totally unintentionally, I swear! Lovely shot, and even lovlier words in the last sentence of your opening paragraph.
Gorgeous shot. I had ferns while I was in college. It always amazed me how well they survived.
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