Vera’s Fern-Crown Inspection — Beside the damp greenhouse bench, Vera nosed three fern stems into a wobbly crown and tried not to sneeze at the peppery soil smell. Read the full story →
Beside the damp greenhouse bench, Vera nosed three fern stems into a wobbly crown and tried not to sneeze at the peppery soil smell. She had set herself one rule: no paws on the worktable, only snout, chin, and excellent ears. The crown grew lopsided, then grand, then suspiciously collar-sized. A beetle emerged, polished as a button, and tapped the buckle twice; the “crown” was actually a perfect fern display stand for him. Vera sat taller, proud of her handmade throne, while the beetle rode in state beneath those excellent ears.