This is why my ferns took a big nose dive and failed. Now there are hooks to hang my silk lanterns from Hoi An’s ancient city in Vietnam!
It is way more fun to look out from the kitchen and see these beauties dancing in the morning breeze. They belong in the wind and elements, sending their love and joy throughout the land. It makes me remember the people who shared their culture and time with us foreign travelers, ignorant of life in their country, yet willing to learn.
Thank you, fickle ferns.
