31 December 2015

Resurrection Fern

Resurrection Fern on a live oak branch, Charleston, SC  
I googled Resurrection Fern to see what words of wisdom I could share about this lovely green treat that springs to life on the branches of the live oak trees and discovered it had it's own song by Iron & Wine:
    In our days we will live
    Like our ghosts will live...
    Pitching glass at the cornfield crows
    And folding clothes
    Like stubborn boys across the road
    We'll keep everything...
    Grandma's gun and the black bear claw
    That took her dog
    When sister Laurie says, "Amen"
    We won't hear anything...
    The ten-car trains will take that word
    That fledgling bird
    And the fallen house across the way
    It'll keep everything...
    The baby's breath
    Our bravery wasted and our shame
    And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
    Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire
    All the more a pair of underwater pearls
    Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
    In our days we will say
    What our ghosts will say...
    We gave the world what it saw fit
    And what'd we get?


Pixel Peeper said...

We have those here, too. Now I know what they are called. :-)

Catalyst said...

A frond in need is a frond indeed.

Charlestonjoan said...

It is. We've had such a humid warm winter it seems to be in it's glory.

Charlestonjoan said...

It's a good name.

Charlestonjoan said...

Good one!