Fiddle Heads!
Hidden beneath brown leaves
they push up as little sheathes.
Soft, orange, and hairy —
At first they look scary.
Like a fresh born baby before its bath,
or a drunk at his draught.
A closer look at the tender shoot,
as it erupts from its mother’s root,
reveals a baby fern unraveling,
uncoiling and upwardly traveling,
seedlessly toward the sky,
spindly and spry.
mothering, teaching and living through an Orthodox Christian Lens
mothering, teaching and living through an Orthodox Christian Lens
The Life of An Acreage Farmer in Iowa
Bev. Cooke, YA author: Writing and Faith and Fulminating, Fulminating and Writing and Faith. And memes.
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Oooh they are scary little guys!!! I love all the mother and baby references.
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Just noticed them for the first time today in my garden
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Lovely poem. I was just looking at my ferns today… thinking that I need to clean out some of the brown fronds and open up space for the fiddleheads. Happy Spring!
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When they show up here I know spring is just a few days away!
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Love that rhyme. Nice work. Gnarly little shoots.
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Aren’t those shoots weird looking?
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I hear the word fiddle heads and I think of a scene in the book, “The Trolls”, by Polly Horvath. I can honestly say I’ve never seen a fiddle head before, so your pictures and words worth well worth the read.
Thank you for sharing today!
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Thanks for stopping by. Thank God for a sunny day to be outside and see all the signs of spring!
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