He ain’t dead yet. Just clear out the dead leaves, cut any dead ish ones back to the root ball and then don’t water it until it’s dry a good 1/3 finger down in the dirt. I suspect a victim of overwatering.
Nervous_Olive_5754
I’m just a tiny fern in a starter pot
Barely got leaves, mostly “maybe I’m not”
Still figuring out if I’m moss or a dream
Getting watered too much, or so it would seem
I don’t understand why the sun moves around
Or why I get rotated without making a sound
People say “it’ll grow if you just be patient”
I’m over here thinking patience is adjacent to latent
I’m very small, I’m mostly green-ish
My whole identity is still unfinished
One frond, two fronds, trying to appear
But I mostly just lean like I’m not really here
College kids pass like storms on the lawn
I’m still deciding if I’m even “on”
They’ve got backpacks, I’ve got soil
I’ve got existential botanical toil
I’m a fern (or becoming one, maybe)
Soft as a thought, slightly wavy
Don’t know what I’m for, don’t know what I’ll be
Just a little green question in a nursery
Water me gently, don’t overdo it
I’m still learning what “growth” even means to it
Sunlight hits like a complicated test
And I’m doing my best… I guess
weirdchigga1207
It’s NOT DEAD fr, it’s just trying its best. Either that or it’s sending you a sign to buy a toupé
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Cute glasses
This looks like a Milo pot
He ain’t dead yet. Just clear out the dead leaves, cut any dead ish ones back to the root ball and then don’t water it until it’s dry a good 1/3 finger down in the dirt. I suspect a victim of overwatering.
I’m just a tiny fern in a starter pot
Barely got leaves, mostly “maybe I’m not”
Still figuring out if I’m moss or a dream
Getting watered too much, or so it would seem
I don’t understand why the sun moves around
Or why I get rotated without making a sound
People say “it’ll grow if you just be patient”
I’m over here thinking patience is adjacent to latent
I’m very small, I’m mostly green-ish
My whole identity is still unfinished
One frond, two fronds, trying to appear
But I mostly just lean like I’m not really here
College kids pass like storms on the lawn
I’m still deciding if I’m even “on”
They’ve got backpacks, I’ve got soil
I’ve got existential botanical toil
I’m a fern (or becoming one, maybe)
Soft as a thought, slightly wavy
Don’t know what I’m for, don’t know what I’ll be
Just a little green question in a nursery
Water me gently, don’t overdo it
I’m still learning what “growth” even means to it
Sunlight hits like a complicated test
And I’m doing my best… I guess
It’s NOT DEAD fr, it’s just trying its best. Either that or it’s sending you a sign to buy a toupé