I am so proud of this sword fern – ( Boston Fern) is part of this family.
It is huge and still growing-it is in a location where it gets filtered light and in a high humidity climate that keeps the soil moist… two pre- requisites for healthy growth.
I think my love for ferns parallels my passion for history. After all ferns existed 100 million years before dinosaurs roamed the earth.
Ferns grew before flowering plants existed. Today there are thousands of species … ranging in height from just a few inches to tree size structures.
Sword ferns loved moist wooded shady areas… so it should have been no surprise when a hanging fern pot fell and cracked… the fern, not only continued to live but thrived in that environment.
Ferns symbolize on-going life , hope, and new beginnings.
Magical folk tales sprang up about the fern due to the ” invisible seeds” within it. In reality it is spores mixed with sun and photosynthesis turning them into gametes that move into the fern to reside.
It was thought ( in the Middle Ages) that a fern would flower and produce one magical seed on Mid-Summer’s Day. If you were lucky enough to find it…you could understand the language of birds, find buried treasure, and have the strength of 40 men.
So until tomorrow… just think how young the human race is in comparison to ferns ( separated by millions of years) yet today we love and care for them as part of our surrounding beauty of life.
” Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
Look at my hibiscus on my other bush-as big as a basketball!
A summer storm is brewing-signing off!