Once ferns grew bigger than us.
And we were less arrogant: not world masters, only crumbs of nature.
Then even the rain or the sun heat did not annoy us, and the clouds in the sky were not ruined holidays, but flying castles.
But if you ever will lie again in high grass, you will be smaller than a fern again. With more modest desires, with a lighter heart.
Have a good sunny and cheerful day.
© Fortune, 2009
Have you ever grow an indoor fern as a decorative plant?