Monday, June 11, 2007

ferns for my mom

So yesterday I went with my walking buddies Mary and Steve to Muir Woods, and one of the pictures I took was of a bunch of ferns. For my mom.

My mom fancies herself a gardener (and she is), and I vividly remember every single family drive contained an impromptu stop at the side of the road (or in a park...ahem...) so my mom could "reappropriate" the wild ferns to her domestic yard.

Every drive. "Oh, those are nice ferns!" or "Look at the ferns!" These exclamations were code for "John, stop the car and hand me a baggie so I can get some ferns."

Well, here are some big ferns. They're in a national park. YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM.

But they're purty!