I was given a wonderful word to describe the Californian Poppies I wrote about the other week – unfolding, so thanks go to Walking In Beauty . The word triggered other thoughts about unfurling and unfolding.
I have a soft spot for ferns in the garden with their life span of dying back in Winter to emerge once more in Spring and to fill out in Summer and then to retreat into Autumn and back into Winter.
Somehow they seem primeval to me, ancient looking, as if nature hasn’t changed one iota since this world was created or dinosaurs roamed.
Today’s photos are of a favourite fern growing in the garden, its label long lost in house moves and garden re-shuffles. It’s not a fancy schamncy tree fern, doesn’t have particularly special foliage. To me it is beautiful.
Its acid green fronds unfurl from tight brown buds close to the base of the plant. I watch this show every year with never ending pleasure.
This ancient species is a perfect foil against the backdrop of our also ancien cobbled (pebble) walls – a tad younger as they were built over 180 years ago, who knows how old the pebbles are?
And as the sun comes out and the days get warmer I feel like I’m unfurling and unfolding too from the cold and wet of Spring and Winter.