at my mother's house on Christmas Day. A pretty vintage square planter waiting for something seasonal alongside backyard footsteps leading to the neighbor's house.
Considering we live in the Northeast, it is a wonder you can identify these as ferns on December 25th. You could call them freeze-dried.
Fresh looking greens with festive ribbon in her favorite planter. She paid $200 for it and will tell you any time you tell her you like it. It was worth every penny. Everything you put in it shines.
And here's Ms. Kitty just sitting on a stump waiting for a good birdy to fly by.
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