These amazing ferns grow in a damp, shady spot next to the house. I don't remember planting anything so they are there of their own free will and each year there are more, and they're bigger. I used to try to eat the fiddleheads but had to admit that it was like eating grass. I am much happier marveling at their marvelousness.
An old cook, gardener, forager, farmers market vendor, private chef, traveler, book designer, homebody, feeder and eater...and now furniture-maker aspirant!
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