I fell in love with flora of all types, especially ferns. Loved the sparse structure and repetition of shape - almost fractal.
When we walk slowly, the world can fully appear. Not only are the creatures not frightened away by our haste or aggression, but the fine detail of fern and flower, or devastation and disruption, becomes visible. Many of us hurry along because we do not want to see what is really going on in and around us. We are afraid to let our senses touch the body of suffering or the body of beauty
In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by fire.
In the pursuit of knowledge, follow it wherever it is to be found; like fern, it is the produce of all climates, and like coin, its circulation is not restricted to any particular class.
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Being on Twitter is like having a fern.