Is that right? No? Let me try again.
“Among the Fiddlehead Ferns.”
Is that better? Instead of conjuring an image of a violin player standing in a patch of ferns — we have created an image of you, dear reader, in a patch of unfurling ferns.
Translated to glass… the artist came up with this.
Green and graceful the fern unfurls in the spring air.
Can you see the tight coil unwinding as the plant draws nourishment from the soil? If you can identify the fern species the coils make a spring treat — be sure to cook — and have been eaten by numerous generations.
Alas — the glass will only remain in the public garden for a limited time. I do hope I can pay another visit before the exhibit ends.
No ferns cooked by the immigrants in New Dreams, a sweet historical romance. I wonder if some of the native-born in fictional Elm Ridge harvested the treat in early spring.
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