The Botanist

My son, Bubba, has taken a special interest in ferns. Not just any old generic ferns, but in fancy, tropical ferns. He has decided to grow them from seeds.

He ordered some packets. A few days ago, they arrived.

"Mom, I need 18 pots," he said.

"Eighteen? What are you going to do with eighteen ferns?"

"I'm going to turn my room into a jungle."

Great, I thought. His room is already a jungle. He doesn't really need to add anything to it.

Nevertheless, I found 18 pots. (I like to garden, so it wasn't a problem finding them.)

So, now there are eighteen pots with fern seeds in them sitting on my back deck. He's been very vigilant about making sure they get enough sun and water.  Three have already sprouted. You wouldn't believe how thrilled he was about that!

Here's a picture of what one will look like:

I still don't know what he's going to do with all these ferns, but as long as he doesn't start looking for dinosaur eggs to incubate and hatch, we should be okay. No Jurassic World in my house!