All in the Family
I was thinking when I did it about the living they've seen, not only this summer — the wedding, the weeding, the frantic painting of the deck furniture — but summers past, too. The smaller plant, in fact, has been around since Suzanne was a baby.
There's no secret involved, no green thumb. The fern is a survivor; that's all. And it looks like one, too: leggy and potbound.
After a while a plant becomes part of the family: the rumpled uncle, the delicate aunt, the crazy grandpa. Imperfect and lovable, one of our own.