FERNS 



A\lien winter comes the poh'pod}^ still carpets the 

 rocks with its cheerful evergreen fronds. If, at this 

 season, you visit the woods where it grows, you will 

 find it green and full of life, as if defjdng the frost. 

 The poet says : 



^'And there, though shaken by ^^dnd and storm, 

 The glint of her fronds is seen 

 As she wreathes about the lichened stone 

 A circle of delicate green." 



The picture that you see is from a plant found on 

 Long Island during the month of December. 



THE RUSTY WOODSIA 



While wandering about through the woods at 

 Roger's Rock, Lake George, we found a number of 

 dainty little ferns. Among them was the rusty 

 woodsia. Tufts of this fern grew on the top of the 

 gray rocks overlooking the lake. There was not 

 much depth of soil, so the plants had little moisture. 

 Scattered trees here and there allow(>d the sun to 

 peep in. 



This little fern loves to grow on rocks. The dense 

 tufts or masses in which it grows help to give it 

 moisture. A])out an inch a])ove its l)ase the stipe is 



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