Wordless Wednesday – Feathered Ferns
Harmonic Mama
Musings of a semi-crunchy, working, unschooling, wife and mother of two, and our less than harmonic life.
Musings of a semi-crunchy, working, unschooling, wife and mother of two, and our less than harmonic life.
Such delicate leaves.
I have fond memories of ferns that grew in a atrium in a house we lived in when I was a child My dad had put in colored lights that shone at night and made very interesting shadows a patterns. Years later I lived on a dry parcel of land next to a fern meadow, some how a natural devide or spring sent all the water to the ferns which grew tall and lush.