I’ve adored this fern for years. I’ve protected it from deer, replanted it as it grew, and sat in its shade as it hung from the porch eave. Caring for it every morning was part of how I calmed myself.
This winter, I was too sick to care for it during the freeze and it was on the brink of death. So, my neighbor fostered the fern until I was strong enough to care for it again.
She delivered it to my porch yesterday, having spent the past few months nursing it back to health.
As I was admiring its new leaves, I thought… this fern is just like me. Not perfect, but strong.
Now, when I see this fern, I see friendship and resilience – and I love it all the more. It’s a tangible reminder of the gifts I’ve been given.
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