When we bought the land the bracken grew back by the wood. Each year it grows closer and threatens to engulf the house. I love the ferny greeness of it. But by autumn it grows tall enough to completely hide browsing whitetail deer. They leap when they run and show their white flags, and disappear again. It's tough to walk through, too. My grandson mowed this pretty curve at the edge of the meadow.
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