The play of sunlight tickling the leaves of this fern beckons me away from the computer and out into the garden with my camera. Photography is light. I walk toward the light in a focused trance.
Ferns are happy ground covers in South Florida. Mine have come up from nowhere it seems; and they have congregated clique-like in various shady areas of the yard.
Legend has it that you can actually eat tender new fiddleheads of the Leather fern. Adding a balsamic vinaigrette is just the right touch, they say. I’ll leave the urban foraging to you.