Ferns forever

I don’t know when my obsession started.

Wait. Yes, I do.

It was the first summer in our home — which would be almost 3 years ago now — and I was looking for the perfect hanging baskets for our screened-in porch. I knew I didn’t want a floral, and wanted a sort of tropical feel.

Enter: Ferns.

I got three hanging baskets from Hewitt’s and immediately fell in love. Although, this year, I got them from George’s in Latham because Hewitt’s was having a hard time getting ferns for some reason. And, I have to say — these three are a huge, beautiful bunch. I also have two big ferns in my planters flanking my front door. Those are from Hewitt’s and are insanely beautiful.

I digress.

From the second I hung the third hanging basket and stepped back to admire them, I realized…I’m in love. They’re so easy to care for — they love humidity, enjoy a daily splash of water and a once-a-week morning sun/water bath. If I sound a bit nutty right now … I am. Over these ferns.

Here’s what else, though — did you know ferns symbolize:

Good luck, often for new lovers. The fern symbolizes eternal youth.

To the indigenous Maori of New Zealand, the fern represented new life and new beginnings.

To the Japanese, the fern symbolizes family and the hope for future generations.

According to Victorians, the fern symbolized humility and sincerity.

I mean, it’s hard to not love ferns any more than I already do, but once I read this, I was screaming it from the figurative mountaintops and scheduling a tattoo appointment.

Kidding.

Maybe.