I've attempted to trace my fern adoration to the idea of magical woodlands and grandmotherly gardens (though I haven't experienced either). Strange how I have no special memories of this plant, but have somehow grown attached to it. Could it be it's strength and dependability as a shade plant, while still having a meek and delicate disposition?
|Image on left source unknown and image on right courtesy of Letterology|
|Image courtesy of Robert Hasty Photography|