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.
Love the ferns and lyrics! Takes me back to when I saw Hair in Chicago years ago!
I didn’t know how many would recognize the lyrics, Becky. Hair is a long, long time ago, even if in this same galaxy!
Love these fiddleheads. My hubbie transplanted quite a few ostrich ferns around our garden in Quebec. If we’re lucky, we’ll be able to get back early enough to see ours, too.
Lots of wild-foraged fiddleheads were in the markets last June, that’s for sure.
Your photos are wonderful — thanks for the reminder of fiddleheads.
A warm today, Lisa, so the ferns will be growing almost by the minute. Hope you can get back up this summer.
I love emerging ferns! Will I ever be able to see them now without hearing them chatting?
I hope not! But please listen and tell me what they are saying.
They’re discussing Hair, obviously…..
Big smile!