Last year, I didn’t even bother with them. As scandalous as it may seem, I went against time-honored tradition and inflamed the neighbors with a wrap-around porch that dared to go bare. I haven’t always been this way. I’ve done hanging baskets and ferns in years past. But I'd been burned.
I had to take some time away.
I told myself I didn’t need them, that they just weren’t right for me, with their watering requirements and tendency to scorch in strong sunlight.
But the call was strong, and the sacrifice seemed suddenly small. And Lowes had them for a little over $8.
There would be ferns again.
And so we hung them, north and south, and even west, and they shall sway in redemption until the cool frost of fall calls them home,
or a hailstorm comes today and beats the fronds off of them.