This was something I learned when I attended a family reunion this weekend and read a charming handwritten note about ‘Lizzie Fern’. You see, Lizzie was short for Elizabeth, my grandmother’s name. So my aunt named the plant Lizzie Fern. She set out a few divisions of the fern and offered them to grandchildren who had an interest in having a bit of Lizzie Fern.
I do not have a natural propensity for plants and growing things, but I am optimistic, romantic, and hopeful. So I gently placed my baggie of Lizzie Fern in our vehicle for the ride back home. Here she is after her arrival. I am hoping that one day she will be a lush, green plant in need of new and bigger digs in which to thrive.
For now, she is adjusting to life here in North Carolina. Her fronds are crossed that things bode well for her future with us. I think she really wants to show her potential. We would welcome any advice you might have for me or Lizzie. In the meantime, I will keep company with her on the porch for a while.