elfin

The bushes in the rose garden exploded with blooms after the rains and several warm days. I now have giant yellow roses sitting on my desk and I've thrown away most of the stack of Wall Street Journals. The hanging ivy is as resilient as ever and I think the fern is slowly coming back from me nearly killing it from neglect. I should just stick to the ivy. It loves me. What started out as a rather small plant in april or may now hangs from a curtain rod and drapes within a foot of the ground.

Growing up, my mom always had at least three huge boston ferns that hung by the back window. These things were each nearly three feet in diameter and always so pretty. It's sad that I can't even keep enough light in my room for a fern. Maybe someday when I live somewhere more private. When I move, I do plan on getting more ivy plants, though. When I own more space than a single room, I'd like to have as many plants as space permits, something so comforting about the greenery.