Pursuing the poetical, paradoxical, metaphorical, lyrical, artistical, majestical, and mystical.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Ferns Unfolding

Have done 
am doing
will do 
again and again
for
each new season
every next chapter

unfold
till the end 
of a new beginning 
forever open 



















I collect specimen ferns for my back yard's native garden beds. They enchant me each spring as they open. If the tender fiddle heads are damaged, they never recover for that season. The next year they start over ~ more maturity brings a more magnificent plant. As they age, they become majestic. Noble. Stunning. Statuesque. Honorable. Stately. Elegant. Regal. Priceless. 



12 comments:

Glynn said...

Those are some spectacular photos, Kathleen!

Joyce Wycoff said...

stunning!

Sandra Heska King said...

Very cool!

A Simple Country Girl said...

Love this, but it is no surprise that we both have a crush on ferns. I saw a few Sunday while hiking, but I do miss them in my western Oregon yard and creeping alongside my porches.

Of course the words are beauty too.

Blessings

Maureen said...

Wonderful images, Kathleen.

togetherforgood said...

Amazing pictures, beautiful words. Wonderful post!

S. Etole said...

They are a wonder to watch ... a work in progress to be sure.

Lorrie said...

Beautiful words, beautiful photos!!

ELK said...

each adjective you used to describe them is so fitting...a real miracle!

Lyla Lindquist said...

I wonder if I, perhaps, have a tender fiddle head. (Would explain a lot...)

Beautiful, simply.

Kathleen said...

Lyla, I think we all have/are a tender fiddlehead during some season. There is hope for the next season, right? :) Thx Elk, Lorrie, Susan, Erin, Maureen, Darlene and Glynn.

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