People always talk about how Boston Ferns are so easy to keep alive but let me just tell you, I’ve killed at least five now. I guess that’s not entirely fair, since these aren’t completely dead yet, but they were really, really sad (despite my attempts to resuscitate them by cutting back all the dead parts).
I’ve had my eye on these ferns that were in front of my grocery store for a few weeks, and the other day when my grocery bill was $20 under budget and the ferns were on sale for $7 each I decided it was meant to be. They came home with us and I was so excited I potted them that very afternoon.
Also bugging me was the scratched up area on the bottom of the door, so I pulled out the half-used quart left from when I painted it blue last year.
Meanwhile, Jack practiced his baby yoga and Juliet basked in the sunlight.
Doesn’t that look better?
The dirty floor is still bugging me, but it’s a lost cause because as soon as I clean it it’s dirty again. What I’d really love is to paint it gray. Everything shows on the dark green and it’s just not really my cup of tea anyway. I’d also love to paint the beadboard ceiling light blue (traditional Southern porch color, plus someone told me the other day it deters wasps from building nests), and maybe switch out a few other details, but for the most part this porch is pretty much heaven to me, especially this time of year. Warm weather, cool drinks, a porch swing and a vintage radio? Don’t mind if I do.