A very grey, bleak day to start the New Year but I did manage to get down to the bottom of the garden and do a bit of clearing up. This old fern reminded me of Rupert Brooke poem,The Great Lover. In it he lists so many of the things that he loves and says;
These I have loved: - - -
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns....