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:
Those are some spectacular photos, Kathleen!
stunning!
Very cool!
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
Wonderful images, Kathleen.
Amazing pictures, beautiful words. Wonderful post!
They are a wonder to watch ... a work in progress to be sure.
Beautiful words, beautiful photos!!
each adjective you used to describe them is so fitting...a real miracle!
I wonder if I, perhaps, have a tender fiddle head. (Would explain a lot...)
Beautiful, simply.
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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