On the homestead we have about 5 acres of woods and lake front property which includes a wooded bay that my great grandma Anna would often take a stroll through. Descending the hill in the summer it feels like you are entering a jungle of some kind with the hundreds of ferns, all different kinds, that cover the ground floor. It’s a rather spectacular sight but wouldn’t be nearly as spectacular without the ostrich fern. I remember as a kid how fun it was to wade through them since they were almost as tall as me at the time. They certainly have multiplied since then! It’s this time of year that they are just beginning to poke through the ground and the carpet of last year’s leaves, and soon they will start unfurling their fronds.