I love these little ferns, they’re my favourite.
Hardy, simple, and very often overlooked.
They grow despite all the odds that suggest they shouldn’t be there. They soften a hard place, brighten a daily landscape in an unconventional way.
They demand to belong.
Quietly though.
Born from one small chancer. One tiny spore that found itself there.
Persistent.
Just one small thing.
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