May 15, 2012 by Janna Roznos
I am the infrequent gardener. Sometimes I am in my garden everyday: pruning, weeding, deadheading and watering, then on other days? I am nowhere to be found. I chastise myself for not spending more time in the garden like I should, but like so many other activities in my life that I should do or I should support or that I should participate – my gardening chores do get neglected.
So recently when the stag horn fern that hangs from a tree in our backyard cracked open like an oversized egg, I really wasn’t sure how fix it. Or even if it was fixable?
I made a few phone calls and found someone who would come and take the broken portion off for me. In the past, when one of my stag horns fell off a tree, a mutual friend agreed to take the bruised plant. After much swearing and a little bit of blood, we got it into the back of his truck. That stag horn fern is now happily and healthy hanging in his back yard.
However, this would not be the fate for this stag horn fern. This stag horn fern was to be saved – at all costs! I didn’t make this decision. So I stepped back at let the ‘Big Guns’ handle the situation.
First, the necessary tools were assembled:
There was much discussion about how the broken side was going to be ‘reattached’:
A few notable documentations photos were necessary:
Of course, a break time was in order (and may have been required by Union regulations?)
Finally, after much ado, the most important tool was engaged:
The stag horn was hoisted back into the tree and its broken side wired closed:
And now it’s all better:
In fact, it looks even better a few days later than this photo. The leaves are perking up it has reoriented itself in the tree – in other words, it is not hanging so crooked.
Thank you to all the fine gents who did this for me: my darling husband and two of my brothers.
There was neither blood nor swearing during the rehanging of the stag horn fern–perhaps a first around here 🙂
On a side note, you may be wondering how in the world I got a stag horn to grow this big! Well, I didn’t. I inherited this stag horn from my grandfather (who was a citrus rancher). No one knows exactly how old this stag horn is; however, I do remember it at the citrus ranch in the lathe house, where my grandfather grew an assortment of flowers and pants.
And that my friends, is how to rehang a stag horn fern!
Perhaps you’re wondering how I got it into the tree in the first place? That’s a story for another day.