ferns are an overlap that i have found in mossy forest and oozy swamp and in my own backyard in every state i've lived... i like their nearly universal knack survival. i've seen them in volcanic craters in hawaii, with sulphur gas coming from nearby cracks, their tendrils creeping up to the surface... in greenhouses they are exotic winter indulgences. they make me a little less uncomfortable in the humid florida air. they are green and tender yet tough and tenacious and threaten to take over their surroundings which isn't an entirely bad thing in my opinion. here's to ferns. prehistoric and modern. quaint yet potentially sinister. making the best of wherever they are.
they also bring to mind a tale from my creative hero edward gorey, the evil garden. which if you haven't read it you should.