The ferns are poking their heads up above ground, and I photographed several groups of them when I went out this morning for a walk.
Much to my surprise, when I looked closely at the photos, it seemed that conversations were going on. Some ferns were lecturing, or at least giving instructions to others that were still growing up.
Some of those youngsters were looking puzzled, as if they didn’t quite get the message.
Huh? I don’t get it.
Still others were simply having a long beautiful, down to there, hair day. Showing it and growing it. Streaming, gleaming, flaxen, waxen. Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty.
Oh say can you see/my eyes if you can/then my hair’s too short. (With thanks to lyricists Gerome Ragni and James Rado; with music by Galt MacDermot.
However long your hair, I hope your conversations on Mother’s Day are full of fun, whether they are taking place face to face (well separated, of course!) or on line.
