Your name is pretty
and describes you well
You are a fern
Delicate and soft
fluttering in the breeze
In some places you are finicky
and live inside
where it is warm
You are planted in peat-moss soil
and misted with water
But here in the deep south
you are a delightful weed
popping up in between concrete cracks
and pushing up pebbles
You are at home in shady sunshine
Natural and free flowing
and for sale
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Sarah is hosting D'Verse tonight and has prompted us with "Weeds"
Photo by Xuan Min on Unsplash
Thanks for the education, Christine!
☺️💕 Thank you Susi
You’re welcome, Christine!
Lovely tribute to a lovely fern! 😊❤️
Thank you, Punam ☺️❤️
My pleasure. 😊❤️
Gorgeous writing ✨💖
Thank you Jude! I really appreciate it ☺️❤️
It looks so nice, but I guess that many plants can become a weed somewhere else.
Yes, the weather takes care of that.
I agree, the maidenhair is a pretty name, Christine, and a lovely delicate fern. Knowing them as a houseplant, I smiled to think of them ‘popping up in between concrete cracks’.
Thanks Kim. It is a pretty fern and I had one as a houseplant too way back when … ☺️💕
Love your choice of the weed and your tribute to it
Aww thanks Sadje! Its right up there with Dandelions ☺️💕
You’re most welcome
Oh, delightful! It’s a treasured houseplant here – I guess many many plants are weeds somewhere…
Thanks Sarah. Yes, the thought always makes me smile. ☺️
I love maidenhair ferns, how wonderful they grow everywhere in the south. Nice tribute poem to the beauties!
Thanks Lisa. I’ve always been fond of them too. They can be a pesky little bugger, but very easy to pull. ☺️💕
You’re welcome, Christine.