I grew up in Maine. In the summer seasons we wood go into the woods to Look For Fiddleheads; coiled up baby ferns. We would pick the fiddleheads and cook them for dinner (with a touch of vinegar or butter, and some salt.)
There were so many fiddleheads we couldn't pick them all so some grew to become adult plants. I would return to the woods in the summer to lay on a bed of ferns. Above me was a canopy of swaying leaves and twinkling sunlight. It was there that I heard the story of all my other lives.
Fiddleheads are one of my favorite foods and searching for them is a great memory and current goal.
My designs are inspired by the art and writings found in very old books (bound newspapers 1832-1845) that belonged to my Grandmother. My favorite is the PENNY MAGAZINE; The Society…
- Born on June 30
- Joined December 12, 2006