I live on a part of the Earth where you can go into forests and find wild ferns hanging out as part of the forest understory. So much so, in fact, that fern leaves, before they’ve unrolled, are collected and sold as Fiddlehead greens in our grocery stores during late spring. This is novel to a guy who grew up in Arizona.
Of course you can also find them kept in captivity, kept by those with greener thumbs than mine. There were a bunch of them in the same place as the Chinese statues I talked about in my last blog post and I drew one of them as they live in really nice clay pots. I should have posted the sketch with the statue sketch but I forgot all about it. I post it here to make up for that omission.