Remember that gorgeous fern my mother had in the front room of her home? It filled a spacious room with its overflowing beauty. I separated it when she passed and each sibling got a third of the monster. It was my grandmother’s fern.
My husband is slowly killing it. He continues to close the draperies in the spare bedroom where my third resides. Yes, he is doing it to keep the house cooler, but it is also a fact that plants need light for proper photosynthesis – and this plant has been slowly dropping fronds and succumbing to the lack of light. When I realized the problem I meant to say something to him – and kept forgetting. I have been making a daily excursion to that room to rectify the issue.
Since he occasionally reads my missives, I am using this forum to educate him in the art of horticulture. And of course, giving him grief. I’m sure the fern will flourish hereafter.