Near my home in Vermont, at the bottom of a hillside, there is a shelf just above a roadcut where the soil is moist from the groundwater seeping out of the hill. Back in April the first coiled cinnamon fern (Osmundastrum cinnamomeum) fiddleheads pushed up through the ground. Huddled with heads bowed in a tight group, clad in shaggy off-white […]
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