First cinnamon
It's about time I got off my creative behind and allowed myself the pleasure—and yes, it is a genuine pleasure—of continuing this daily documentary of the natural history I encounter in the neighborhood. In the days of the plague, we're pretty much confined to the neighborhood but, thank God, I can still walk the local roads and trails and capture what I see. That hasn't changed, and, I hope, neither have I. So, as spring continues to make its presence felt, here's a sure sign of progress: the emergence of the first Cinnamon Fern fiddleheads, each clad in a cold-proof "jacket"... and this pair, it would seem, hugging to stay warm.