Fiddleheads

There is just something about fiddleheads that I adore. Their texture, the lovely soft colors, the varied stages of their uncurling and they way they seem to represent newness to me. In looking through all the photos I took of them last week I also realized that though they are just spring babies, they somehow also look very old, almost moldy at the same time. And I like that too.

Doesn't the third one down look like a character from Labyrinth? I kind of want to pet him.