Sunday, March 29, 2009

Fernery


Whenever I hear a word that refers to the natural world, I automatically create a visual in my mind complete with sensory effects. When I was reading about Birr Castle Demesne before my two week stay there, I was attracted to the description of the fernery and it was high on my list of "must see right away".

From my young days crawling around the soft moss in the woods behind our house, I loved ferns. As a child I pretended they were umbrellas for the fairies. Their ruffled texture, rolled edges, bumpy undersides and leprecaun greens remain vivid in my memory today.

My first visit to the fernery sent me back in time and I viewed it with a child's eyes and feelings. I know this because of how the fernery made me feel.

Let's take a visit....

From the Millennium Garden, through the gate and straight ahead......

to follow the path to the fernery....

be careful if it's wet, you might slip....

on moss covered rocks,

or slick wood.

This is the world of gnomes, of stunted trees, dampness, decay....Watch out for them near the bridges...

and under roots and rocks. They use ferns to draw you in.

Remember the division between two worlds is close.



5 comments:

Mary Buek said...

Magical, Margaret. . . I want ferns and gnomes in my garden.

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self taught artist said...

i like that bridge photo...and ferns are something i'd never been exposed to much until i got to vermont, the allure is magical for sure. i can only imagine what it must have been like to have crawled around on them as a child!

Sherwood Harrington said...

You have captured some of the Fernery's magic in a lovely way here, Margaret.

Miki Willa said...

When I was a child, I loved visiting my great-grandmother because of her great fern garden. I especially remember the tall sword ferns with their patterns of rust colored dots on the underside. Now, I have a variety of wonderful ferns in my own back yard. They are quite wonderful, still. Great photos. Thanks for sharing them.