I’ve killed her. But she’s in a better place now. I mean, at least she’s no longer suffering. It was such a long and lingering death, I felt ending her life was the only humane thing to do. So, after dinner tonight, we gathered and gave a fond farewell to Fiona the fern, my family and I. Her final resting place: the kitchen garbage. May she rest in peace.
Fiona the Fern
August 2009 – February 2009
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Tags: fern, home decor
I’m pretty good at keeping plants alive. The kind that can come near death and then be revived again, any way
Nell
I can’t even keep bamboo alive since having kids, perhaps I’ll try again one day.
You must have inherited my “black thumb”! So sorry.
Sad! Ferns are sort of delicate that way. Let me know when you are ready for another plant ( i realize the grieef process takes time) and perhaps I will send you a present.
Oh Fiona – there is an orchid on my kitchen table that i have totally killed. all that is left is one green leaf on the bottom & a brown stick that used to hold up the bloom.
I totally hear you, maybe tonight is the night I say goodbye to the orchid.
baaaahaaaaa, sorry…. I feel your pain!!! This was great! xoxo LA