Reaching

It's a lovely plant. Every year as the winter approaches I bring in my faithful fern & thank it for gracing my front porch for yet another year. It's painful but I trim it back and lay in wait for someone with a strong back to come home and carry this enormous plant upstairs to wait out the winter. So it sits...in a corner....in a cold room.
Then it begins. It decides to reach. It decides to figure out how to find the sun. It winds in and out of the blinds to make an intricate pattern.
So begins another season.