You know I live alone, don´t you all?

A few weeks ago I bought a fern. I used to have parekeets (two different ones, at different times) but they both flew out the window. I´ve taken that as a hint that I shouldn´t get myself another one. Instead, I chose a plant that won´t go anywhere. It´s a beautiful fern, lush and big, and it´s surviving. That´s more than any fern I´ve had so far has done.

Every late afternoon/evening when I come home I greet my fern. "Hi, fernie, how´s it going?!" I ask. And my beautiful fern rests upon the livingroom table, not really knowing what to do about this attention.

I dread the day it eventually will answer me.