First Confession: I'm a lifestyle/Home & Garden nut. Even though I nearly flunked Home Ec (twice!) growing up, I really love a pretty house. Ditto, lawn, and garden. Set me inside a home-improvement store and I will happily spend us into the poorhouse.
Second Confession: We're already too close to the poorhouse for me to do much home-improvement.
Hey, that's how it goes. When my husband and I both worked, we had the cash for decorating but no time. Now I have the time and energy needed but insufficient valuta for the home-improvement store. What's an H&G addict to do?
Answer: Find a cheaper choice.
For example, I've always loved the look of potted ferns. They say "summer" when I see them on a front porch. But have you priced those suckers lately? Anywhere between $10-$50 bucks each. And I wanted at least four ferns, two to hang and two to stand. Given that price tag, I figured my house would stay fernless this summer.
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| What's a porch without hanging ferns? A sad thing indded |
Then, Sunday before last, I noticed my local hardware store was having a garden sale. Big racks of season ending plants were displayed in the parking lot, going including ferns for $5 bucks apiece. I picked out the biggest, handed over five bucks and the salesman popped it into my jeep. I had a stack of old planters in the garage and an idea in my little head. If I could sub-divide this baby, I might have enough to fill two or three planters for the front porch.
I didn't realize just how big the fernster was until I tried to wrestle it out of the jeep. This was a Jolly Green Giant of a fern, a botanical monster, and wider at the top than me. Still, I reasoned, as I searched for plant dividing instructions on the 'net, a plant this big should suit my purpose, provided I could sub-divide it.
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| The last of the 45 lb. ferns |
The internet said all I had to do was draw Jolly out of his pot and saw his root ball into manageable portions with a serrated knife. Sounds easy? It wasn't! For the next 40 minutes, I hacked away at his foliage, while the roots stubbornly clung together. None of my serrated knives were long enough to cleanly divide that monster or sharp enough to slice through the roots. I eventually managed to divide and conquer but afterward, the cutting table looked like a gardening disaster and I wanted to wash my hands for an hour and repeat the Act of Contrition.
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| A cat sleeps by the scene of the crime! |
Even subdivided, the JGG was still too big for the planters. Still, once I got his quartered remains replanted into the new pots, (complete with new soil, plant food, and water) and cleaned up the scene of the crime, things looked a bit better. I called my sister, a real garden guru, and asked for her advice.
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| Bern, Verne, Sterne & LuCerne: The Four Big Greens |
"Mist them," she said promptly. "Every day for a month. Ferns need to be misted."
I was this close to saying, "Are you saying I need a mister, sister, to spritz the dad-burn fern?" but I didn't. I was too tired.
Eleven days have passed and the first shock is over for me and the fern, now known collectively as Bern, Verne, Sterne and Lucerne, the four Big Greens. They require lots of misting and so much attention I'm beginning to wish I'd kept my money in my pocket. Still, they are behaving and starting to unfurl new fiddleheads which means, I suppose, they are happy. And the porch looks pretty nice for five bucks.
What are your penny-conscious decorating stories?
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