In my mind's eye I could recall there being a bramble patch way back in the middle of nowhere. My mind's eye plays tricks on me some times - perhaps it's an age thing. When I finally arrived after tripping through spent grain fields, boggy marshland and jungle-like vistas, there were just a few vines, and only one with a couple wizened little berries. So much for fruit gathering.
But there was more to the journey. I had my trusty little camera with me and here is what I harvested.
|Top side, not sure if the powder rusty substance is spores (I thought they were on the underside, but I could well be wrong).|
|Underside - in another life these made wonderful little painting canvases. I should try one again.|
|Christmas ferns are fairly rare about these parts, but I did discover a very healthy little grouping. Here is one of the finer specimens, along with a maidenhair in the forefront.|
|Something caught me vision, just about as I arrived home (I'd been looking for my friend Mr. Cardinal). The first red leaf of autumn. It's coming folks.|
And this is about all I have to say for today.
Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener.