When I think of things that awed me as a child, I recall Grandma Alta's Boston fern. It sat resplendent on a dark mahogany pedestal at the sunniest window in the living room, overlooking the sloping front lawn.
Grandma Alta carefully nurtured that fern, as she did all of her beloved grandchildren. She instructed us that her Boston fern was fragile, easily bruised and that we should be careful of it.
By the time I received those instructions, the fern had grown to a great size, spreading its lush frond skirts, holding court like a French mistress... exotic and stunning in the gleaming sparseness of an early Iowa farm house.
Happy Mother's Day to all Moms, Grandmas and women everywhere who nurture with love, wisdom and fond memories!
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