among the ferns.
these green fellows make me itch, what with their prickly, hairy stems and their sinister tendency to launch fern spores at unsuspecting passersby.
i can't help but love them, as in a span of a few small weeks their tiny coils of pale chartreuse unfurl and fan upward with unbridled exuberance. i love how they are both lacy and hardy, delicate yet resilient. i love the grace with which they flutter and sway in a storm.
i just make sure to do all this loving from the opposite side of the windowpane.
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