The ferocity of spring always amazes me. Only two weeks ago this fern was a dark, lifeless mass. A rock. Now the fronds are unfurling; furry toupees keeping them warm on these cool nights.
Ferocity
The ferocity of spring always amazes me. Only two weeks ago this fern was a dark, lifeless mass. A rock. Now the fronds are unfurling; furry toupees keeping them warm on these cool nights.
This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Off The Edge Gardening
It looks like the eye of a bird of prey!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I can see that now you have metioned it!
LikeLike
Actually, that is what I thought the picture was of when I first saw it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Interstellar fronds. Or something like that. I now know to stay out of your way until things (and you) calm down in the summer. (I may be 65 [nearly] but my hair is all my own).
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is the busiest time of year, and then real life gets in the way and you are scuppered!
LikeLike
Love it, from the other side of the pond, Trump in fern form.
LikeLiked by 1 person
But much nicer 🙂
LikeLike
I was just thinking how fast it’s going by. Daffodils and tulips now giving way to iris and peonies, and so on. And not so very long ago we were all moaning and complaining that there was nothing in the garden to show or tell.
LikeLike
And every year we are surprised!
LikeLiked by 1 person
‘Ferocity’ is a good description. Nature red in tooth and claw, and the plants as competitive as everything else, shouldering aside anything smaller than themselves, anxious to be the biggest baddest thing out there…
I love fern fronds, although I have to agree that particular one looks like Donald Trump right now. Never mind, I’m sure it will grow out of it. :~))
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am hoping so! 😊
LikeLike