Yesterday I toured the New Orleans Botanical Gardens with my sister who drove from Baton Rouge to spend the day with me. I am here babysitting my grandson who is in his last days of kindergarten.
Beth and I were fascinated by these magnificent ferns. They are epiphytic ferns that thrive in humid environments. I am wondering how one would do in my own bayou-side yard.
Being fascinated by words, I love how the name of this fern is a metaphor for the shape of its leaves. Their fronds look like antlers.
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With outstretched green horns
mounted like taxidermy
strong yet supportedMargaret Simon, draft
Reflections on the Teche 
This past weekend, I met Fan Clubmoss for the first time in the woods in the Hocking Hills area of Ohio (south of Columbus). In my front bed, my Tatting Fern went from one clump to four over the winter.
everywhere green
call each beauty by name
drink in wonder
I love how we can connect to nature to make everything feel better. Thanks.