wild places

Bracken

 

The bracken has had a hard time in the lane this year.

The long hot summer seemed to stunt the ferns. A few hardy souls struggled up, but it was nothing like the lush, primal vegetation of previous years. Then, as we finally had some rain, there was a rush to put on growth and at last the stately bracken fronds reached up above my head.

And now, all too soon, autumn has set in and they’ve begun to die back. First bleaching from their joyful green to a pale blonde. Soon there will be brunette tints and then as the frosts hit, they will sink to the ground.

Such generous textures. I’m a bracken fan…