We've had a few hard frosts here. The forecast was calling for a low of 29 degrees outside. Kimberly Queen was living outside, on the edge, day by day. Online info says that these ferns survive to 29 degrees.
She needed to come in from the cold. As my husband brought her through the door, fronds snapped off, leaves shattered down. She was bigger than our doorways. He put her down in place. I had cleared an area near a window. Well, in reality, as he put her into place, she was covering the window, draping off the chair, and covering most of the back door. I had underestimated her size, by a lot, she was a behemoth. This wasn't going to work. I asked my husband to take her back outside. You know how husbands love that sort of thing, but there simply was no place to put her, so out she went.
The 29 degree night came and went, and Kimberly survived. Later, that morning, scissors in hand, I went outside. I cut and hacked and cut some more. Fronds flew. Edward Scissorhands look out!
She's in the house now, fitting nicely in her allotted semi-sunny spot, fiddleheads starting to unfurl. This fern was my favorite plant this summer. Wish her luck this winter. Fall has been rough on her.
|HOPEFULLY, NOT THE END|