We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
You just don't see a lot of fern articles on the other blog sites.
Or "Chipmunk of the Week", for that matter. :)
While I've never been real big on flowers, I've always found ferns to be quite interesting. It's amazing how big they can get. When my parents moved into a new house in '63, there was a small fern in a corner of the flower bed. By the time they sold it years later, it was a friggin' tree!
We have a lot of ferns down here in the Keys, of course, but they're the broadleaf type, like you see in those African jungle movies. It's...it's almost like we're in the tropics!
I was raised in California, but have lived more years on the east coast. I love the woods out here. Not as spectacular as the big pines and redwoods out west.
The eastern woods have a subtle and quiet beauty.
Good for walking around in and thinking.
Lovely. And the stone walls. And the stone walls. There was a NE winter green called Creeping Jenny but I haven't been able find corresponding Google photos of it. What Google photos call Creeping Jenny is not what I learned Creeping Jenny to be.
Something there is that doesn't want a wall, that wants it down.
Yes, that was probably farm land. When I was in college at Williams we used to wander through Hopkins Forest, which formed the northwest corner of Massachusetts, and the wild land trailed off into Vermont and upstate New York as well. You'd be hiking through the middle of nowhere, but would regularly come across the remains of stone walls. It was all farms, once upon a time.