Twenty degrees Fahrenheit at 9am on a Sunday morning. A cold January New England day with a wind chill factor of 0! I spotted this evergreen fern thriving in this hundred fifty year old foundation wall. Cold or not, I paused to admire and dig out my camera. The field-stone wall retains the glacier made hill to the rear of the horse stalls built when the town and the church shared the Meeting House.
Then the horses stayed in the stalls nibbling hay I imagine or chewing the boards as one can see that evidence. Anyway, now-a-days, we park our cars in front of the space. During church fairs, crafters enjoy the shelter from wind and the southern exposure on sunny days.
Stopped in my trek from car to building, I marveled and continue to marvel at the fragile seeming fern living so well in this protected crevice–a kind of outdoor room if you think about that. I also appreciated the shadow play from the post structure and the diagonals of the chain that keeps cars out of the stalls. Nice composition that probably drew my eye to the fern in the first place. I ‘m awed by its good health and also wonder if a fern has flourished in this crack since the time of the horses parked in here. Then I wonder if the horses nibbled it. I suspect not but I don’t know if horses eat ferns.
A nice bit of wonder to add to my day. Hope you find one, too.