I still drench the Boston Ferns twice a day. It is hot in Texas, and they hang outside. I would want to be drenched too.
Letting go is a continuous process. Before I brought home my first plant, I drank my own medicine, and posted this.
A lady commented, “If you don’t like what stays, you have a decision to make.” I let it all go, and chose what stayed.
I thought I was clearing my platter to make room for more.
When I was actually clearing a space to make room for me.
There is an Asparagus Fern on the porch, that has been moved a dozen times. It didn’t look happy, or that it was getting everything it needed to thrive. Knowing they can take full sun, and shade, it was a challenge finding the right spot.
“I’m loving the metaphor of your plants as they bloom and grow. Your posts feel like fresh water to my dry roots xx”
Thanks to that comment, I knew where to move the Asparagus Fern.
It receives the overflow from the drenching of where this began. My cup runneth over. Catch the overflow.