My garden is not large, it’s not even considered as being a “good” size, when I look at books with ideas for small gardens, even they are about twice the size. In fact in the big scheme of things it is really quite small, if it was a house it would be called bijou – but as the saying goes, small is beautiful.
I have most things I want in my personal green patch, even a water feature albeit a small bucket. At the far end of the garden in a corner hidden behind shrubs and a couple of holly trees, is my woodland patch.
This is where I throw larger branches after pruning and have gradually built over the years what is now a great hidey hole for any wildlife who care to use it. This corner gets very little sunshine and it is here I also grow ferns. Nothing splendid, there is no collection, just a few odd ones that I have picked up along the way. It became waterlogged over the Winter rains and I thought the ferns were done for. Recently I cleared a lot of dead leaves and there were no signs of new fronds.
This week has been sunny and warm, and lo and behold I have ferns again – they seem to have appeared over night.
At this stage they give an excellent impression of Triffids.
Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.
– from Spring by Christina Rossetti
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