i am just now realizing the irony that i have become the Fern Lady of lady ferns. we recently bought the house next door to our own, and we are in the middle of a fairly substantial renovation of it. the house has been neglected for years, maybe decades. it’s requiring far more work than we anticipated. so there are many contractors coming and going. the yard, which has never been mowed, is full of ferns. i have counted four different kinds. i am calling the new place “fern house”. anyway, i am spending far too much of my time transplanting ferns from one side the house to the other, in order to save them from the crunch of contractor boots and tires. i think it will pay off in the long run. but right now it feels like folly.