I love my plants.  When we relocated to Washington, DC in 2017, the movers told us that it was illegal for them to move plants across state lines.  So, my favorite fern moved to DC in the back seat of our car.

It did fine when we came back to Cambridge until we moved to a corner apartment with verrrry cold winter windows. Too late, I realized the plant was suffering.

I moved it away from the cold corner.  I apologized to it daily.  I cut back the dead fronds and added some fresh organic soil.  And while examining it on Saturday, I spied two new green heads peeking out of the soil.

I’ve set aside a corner of the apartment for plant urgent care.  In it now are a very sad basil plant that still smells wonderful, despite the minute leaves and a post-blooming orchid that might just possibly come back.

And we thought raising children was hard…