i promised steve that i wouldn’t speak engineer again this time, despite the beautifully algorithmic curve of the tip of this no-longer fiddlehead, not-yet fern. i’m sure the hummingbirds who will come to harvest the fluff from the stems will not be thinking about formulas or divine proportions, but about the comfort of a perfectly lined nest.

fiddlehead ferns in may

my yard, saint paul, minesota