My fern died.
I wasn't around to do anything about it and that makes it even worse. Ask me if I feel guilty. I do.
I entrusted Fern (my name for her) with a relative who wasn't familiar with ferns while I took a short vacation with instructions to follow the plastic information stick provided by the supplier. Perhaps she received too much water. Perhaps she didn't receive enough. Maybe it had too much light...or not enough light. Go know. When I returned, Fern was a shrivelled up mass of brown.
I feel like I let her down.
Sorry Fern. I tried.
Oh the angst and guilt of plant death!
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