Ever since I met my first Maidenhair fern, I was enchanted. I worked at a Conservatory in college, so I got to see them frequently. They graced the constantly moist wall near a small waterfall. So fascinated I had to have one, so I saved up those precious college quarters – 14 of them to purchase my first Maidenhair. I remember that day almost as vividly as they day I killed it.
I spritzed it frequently with water in my tiny dorm room and one day I absent-mindedly picked up the glass cleaner that lived in the same shape bottle and spritzed my Maidenhair! Realizing my mistake I washed her off, but to my dismay by the time I returned from class later that day – she was brown and shriveled. Honestly, I am still mad at myself over that mistake!
It took me years to feel worthy enough to own another one. It is their grace, form and movement that I am just enamored with. And oh, that contrast of the black wiry stem! I hope each of you gets a moment in life to appreciate the simple beauty of this plant.