While walking “speechless” in the woods the other day, I came across some wild ferns–and was reminded that it’s time to show you the “after” of the ferns Renaissance Man hung on our old house porch last Spring. You know… back when I asked you if your hanging ferns are the envy of the neighborhood.
Those of you with eagle eyes will notice that the ferns are hung differently in the above pics. That’s because their original position over several years was causing a problem that needed to be remedied…and it required painting the porch … and moving the ferns.
But “all’s well that ends well,” so the other day–before temps dropped into the 20s–I took a few After pics for you. Didn’t Renaissance Man do a nice job?
This is my favorite time of year on the porch … when the ferns are hanging lush, leaves swirl themselves into piles, and Old Glory catches the beautiful Autumn rays. Does it get any better?
Something about seeing Autumn leaves nestled in Spring ferns makes me smile…
Anybody know what I mean?
Here’s a peek at the back patio, too. Those swirling leaves and *colors* get me every time!
What about you? Did you plant ferns in hanging baskets last Spring?
If so, I hope you’ve enjoyed yours as much as we have ours!
Thanks for stopping by! I always love your visits. Love your comments, too, so I hope you’ll leave one and tell me your favorite thing about Autumn.
I’ll be joining Metamorphosis Monday @ Between Naps on the Porch
and Mosaic Monday at Little Red House.