The princely maidenhair ferns are whirling and twirling close by the sun swept delicate flower faces . Stately and yet in a standoffish manner they bow their elegant tendrils and apprehensively sweep toward the filmy flowers. The whorled and leggy ferns wish to dance. The windflowers softly whisper to one another while being tousled by Springs zephyr. Twinkle toed and lissome they mingle, some timorous, some a sliver more cheeky. The dance a brief pirouette and then slowly but happily retire back into the mossy forest floor….