We had a light freeze the other night, so Harper brought our tender plants up on the back porch to cover with sheets. As I was moving some of them back today, I noticed that the end of a frond of my elkhorn fern had broken off. I was bummed that it was damaged and that the pretty little piece would be wasted, but I just couldn’t leave it there. It was so beautiful–even in its broken state.
I kicked off my bright green garden clogs and dashed inside to grab a vase. This white porcelain urn was holding a pine cone on the kitchen window sill, and it was the perfect size.
I also grabbed my camera.
So instead of it going to waste, I’m enjoying it right now–even more than I would have it had stayed perfectly in tact.
Isn’t the texture stunning? I’m a sucker for ferns. I used to think ferns were just for old ladies. But that was back when I was young and dumb.
It was a nice little reminder of why I love and appreciate nature, and the timing was perfect. Mother nature has been a little cruel here lately. But this is beautiful.