Napowrimo - Day 9 -- Fiddlehead sighting!

Spring has taken a sharp blast back to gusting -- but there underfoot, in a bare patch free of the eagerness of weedy undergrowth, two ferns. One a perfectly smooth green ring -- as if ready for some wood fairy to pull it up, revealing some surprise. Who would guess in the curled up ball it will raise up, feathery fronds of fern will slowly unfurl and grow! I do hope they will seed and make more! The haiku: Fiddleheads! spring rings unwinding with no forethought-- be mindful of steps! ** There is no forethought, to quote Wendell Berry, OF GRIEF. It's not so much "be careful where you step" as be mindful of steps.