My rabbits' foot fern is a conversation piece! Several friends have inspected it dubiously and one friend, a horticulturalist, said she had never seen anything like it. It is perfectly normal to me because my grandmother has always had them; they recently became pot-bound so my aunt and uncle brought me some of the divided fern. So far it is surviving! The ferns are old as the hills.
The painting depicts my grandmother's father--my great-grandfather--asleep in his chair holding me when I was an infant.
I love hand-me-down everythings. It ties me to my ancestry!
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