Hello, Fern

We visited the mountains of New York for a few days last week where the temperatures were cool and the humidity much lower than here in Maryland. Our accomodations were a large lodge at the summit of a mountain in the clearing of a fern forest.

I wish Charlie had dug us some of those ferns for our woods.

Lush ferns growing under the trees.

The ferns  make such a nice undergrowth that seems to take care of itself.

I’m sure a carload of plants would not be missed if we strategically removed some ferns.

Maybe next visit  we’ll remember to bring back some plants to start our own fern forest.

The mere vastness is impressive.

Oh, and speaking of remembering: Happy Birthday to my dear sister.  Love you!

What chores do you remember too late?

Sidbar:  No, my sister’s name is not Fern.


Author: Jo

Welcome to The Glade, where the second generation of renovations has just begun and the mania about our home, music and other passions fill our days and nights. We’re Charlie and Jo in the music world; Mary Jo and Charles to family; and JoJo and Charlie to each other. We are renovating a midcentury house in a Victorian historic district where we want to live there the rest of our lives. It's a 1946 house located in Maryland. We were married in this house. Thus far (pre-blog) we refinished cabinets, added a window seat (still working on the cushion), rearranged a wall in the guest house due to sink/vanity replacement, planted a vegetable garden, and other quick and not-so-quick fixes. So this latest zeal for construction is the result of my having lived here since 1997 and feeling a need to ready the house for the next chapter and beyond.

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