Although this is my twelfth spring in New England (and Brian’s ninth), we still struggle to remember how much later the seasons start than in our native Colorado and Pennsylvania respectively. The ocean keeps things cooler in the spring and warmer in the fall, and generally speaking, a season in Massachusetts doesn’t start until it says so on the wall calendar.
By May we’re usually tired of being cold, and can’t wait for slightly warmer weather. But just when I think Spring has really forsaken us, the earth produces a sign that a real change is on the way.
The fiddleheads wake from their slumber, stretching their tightly curled fronds up into the crisp air.
There is something really enchanting about these baby fern-fronds. Their presence on the forest floor is so fleeting, because within days they unfurl into the lush foliage that will carpet the forest floor through the autumn. Blink and you’ll miss them.
Luckily we didn’t. On a recent hike last weekend in Sudbury, Massachusetts, the fiddleheads were in full force. That’s where Brian got this stunning shot. There is so much to love here, and an awful lot of personality for a fern. Consider the way the fiddlehead looks like it’s stretching, shaking off a long winter’s sleep. Look at the way it is gently casting off the protective film on its head, as if rubbing sleep from its eyes.
This might be my favorite shot of the spring so far.
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You can also read more of my thoughts on the seasons at my author blog.
But before you go, we’d love to know your thoughts. If you’ve got fiddleheads where you live, do you make time to see them? Is there something else that comes up or blooms to tell you Spring is really, finally here? Do you have a photography blog? Let us know and we’ll check it out! Your comments are welcome below!
Thanks for reading!
Greg (and Brian)