The more ferns I meet, the more I love them. Ferns are an ancient species, older than flowering plants, far older than the dinosaurs, gracing the earth in the dawn of time. They are many in shapes and sizes, from the tiny woodsias and spleenworts to the immense tree ferns of Australia and Tasmania. I have as many in my garden as I can find, always adding a new one or two every year, and all seem to thrive. I have had some for more than 25 years without ever being divided, cultivated or fertilized, and whether they spread out their rhizatomous root and creep about the woods, forming lush green colonies, or happily stay in their own patch of earth, they are all welcome with their grace and beauty. One cannot have too many ferns.
Ebony spleenwort, right
Ostrich fern, left