Library Lost has been sent to various proof readers, and now I have time on my hands, so to speak, as I wait for the comments and the, ahem, opportunities for rewriting.
What to do, what to do?
Just kidding, of course. Spring, lovely though she is, brings so much work that at times it makes me positively dizzy. Breathe, breathe, breathe, as my daughter Shannon would say.
In fact, after being cooped inside for those long winter months, it’s a great pleasure to be outside, working in the gardens and feeling the sun on my face. Birds are everywhere, tweeting, flying, coming to the feeders.
Ferns are unfurling, and what fascinating plants they are. Because we live in the woods, ferns thrive in our yard. These dinosaur plants rim the edge of our house in the back, and I have encouraged them, not raking the leaves that blow there. Along with shade, ferns love leaves.
Yesterday, I took some pictures of the baby ferns, stretching from their winter’s sleep.
As they mature, their color deepens, but this bright green sings, “Spring, spring, spring!”
Let’s take a closer look. Their little heads look as though they are composed of a ball of tiny ferns.
Let’s take a closer look still. So fuzzy and new!
With all this beauty and excitement in the yard, it’s a wonder I get anything done in my gardens.
And yet I do.