One of the fun things about spring in the woods of Maine
is watching the unfurling of the ferns.
In Maine, the "fiddlehead" stage of the ostrich fern
is a seasonal delicacy. They taste somewhat like asparagus,
and you can buy them at the side of the road
and even in some grocery stores.
I don't know what kind of ferns these are.
I caught these photos one day on a walk
the week I got back from Hong Kong.
By now with the time that has passed, and all the rain,
I am sure they are fiddleheads no more;
instead, glorious ferns carpeting the woods
everywhere the soil is right and the sun peeks through a bit,
but not too much.
(Do people eat fiddleheads where you are, too?)