Fern Frozen Against A Mossy Moor

Frost-covered fern lying on moss

An old, unflattering rhyme I’ve never liked calls my home town’s moors bleak and barren. Perhaps if you don’t like moorland or have never taken the time to walk on it, you might think so. I suppose some people might care little for what walkers can find on a winter day up there by venturing a few steps off the path.

If you follow my blog you can expect to see brighter, bolder pictures of plant combinations taken in gardens or at flower shows, where skilled, creative hands have put together their best for public consumption.

I’m not sure you’ll see any plant combination I could look at with much more pleasure than this.

In the textures of the frozen vegetation, I seem to see fabric: the fern becomes lace; the moss, wool or velvet. The colours are alluring too: sage, mint and chocolate, the latter frosted to mink. Nothing is jazzy, all is harmonious. I’d love something to wear in a design inspired by this.

It may appear haphazard – there are a few wayward stems, but the fern and strands of grass have surrendered to the frost gracefully and a natural order is appearing – of sorts. Towards the top left, a thaw has started. 

I’m adding in a similar shot taken a few minutes later as it helps highlight the luxury and movement in the first shot:

Fern frosted against wood

The frost has laid a heavier hand in this one, and the fern is fractured in places, but the effect was still interesting enough to persuade me take my gloves off again on a cold winter’s day.

33 Replies to “Fern Frozen Against A Mossy Moor”

    1. Oscar Wilde said, ‘We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the skies’ – I sometimes get called out for looking at the floor when I’m out walking, but ground can be almost as interesting as the skies.

  1. It’s beautiful. I took a similar photo of a brown fern against the frozen wetland it had grown in last summer. I’ve noticed several really pretty brown plants lately…nothing is totally bleak and barren!

  2. So beautiful, delicate, and subtle! I love moors although I didn’t grow up with them. Some of my family is from Yorkshire, so I come by it honestly. On my first visit to Yorkshire, I immediately felt at home and fell in love with the moors there.

  3. Definitely worth taking gloves off! I seem to see more of that sort-of-mahogany color in the second photo, and I love the contrast with the frost, but both photos are worthy of gloves-off. You are right that these images, apparently effortless in nature, hold their own in artistry against any formal arrangement.

    1. I enjoy having four distinct seasons, although when summer first starts tipping into autumn I do feel a twinge of regret – about the time when you start to notice the summer flowers getting straggly but before the rich colours appear.

      1. I also like four seasons but for me, summer is my least favorite. Here on the east coast of the U.S. it’s very hot and humid and buggy, so I’m always relieved when the twinges of fall arrive! 🙂

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