Little Bang Theory

Something I saw today, on a ride after work. A solitary person, alone in their world, only marginally aware that I was watching:

Along the banks, periwinkle was in bloom, its dream-blue flowers scattered in a tangle of dark green trailers

And in the soft, low bottoms, an array of grasses, and with them the ferns, yawning and stretching and opening to the filtered light of the lowlands:

These are ostrich ferns, the kind I like to eat. They say all fern fiddleheads are edible, but not all fiddleheads are food.

…I thought I had a picture of some really hairy ones hanging around, but I’ll either have to find it or take another. My money’s on the latter - I never find pictures I misplace. And you deserve to see some really hairy fiddleheads, so I’m on it.