At least that’s what I thin they’re called. We’re making space for some chickens so I had to move my small but growing collections of ferns to a more suitable space under the shade of our weeping contorted elm. With plenty of composted bark, peaty type compost and rotting logs I have created a rising bed of perfect fern conditions. Large groups of ferns growing together were apparently popular with the Victorians but if I recall correctly they were very keen on tropical ferns. Mine are the hart’s tongue and shuttlecock variety and can stand the cold outside. It will be a perfect haven for the many frogs and newts that live in the garden (evidenced by the many I disturbed in moving the old one from the chicken coop patch).