ferns unfurl like scrolls
I was home just long enough to catch the fiddleheads before they were all knee-high and mostly unfurled. Amen for small victories. I would have been very sad had I messed my favorite micro-season of all. Note to self: Don’t travel in May if you don’t have to. Sixty-one years old and still learning.
fiddlehead ostrich ferns
Made me gasp! Those beauties are truly stunning! So glad you didn’t miss them with all your traipsing around the countryside. When you wrote your book, I bet you had no idea of the far reaching demands it would ultimately make on your life.
Ginny! You know it. Such an irony to write a book about stillness, only to have it’s success make me anything but. Oh well, I suspect it is only for a very short while. xoxo Mary Jo