The formerly posh and landscaped estate across the byway sits unused for the most part. The gardens have long since gone bad. The preferred maintenance of late is all mowing and bush hogging, a valiant attempt to keep the forest from completely reclaiming a property it actually holds dominion over. I would imagine the intent has changed from garden to forest preserve. The maintenance routine changed with it.
A few weeks ago the bush hogs rammed through a formerly well landscaped bed at the front entry taking out the entire center section where most everything had already succumbed to the weeds, leaving the large shrub border that surrounded it.
Well if they are going to start mowing it, there are several really nice ferns still there that I can certainly transplant to new homes. I am fairly certain these are Royal ferns, Osmunda regalis. They were mowed down of course. I dug up the mounded crowns surrounded by the wiry black root fibers and brought them back to the garden to be. They were planted in the natural drainage fold where hopefully they will get a little extra water now and again. I do have boggier ground they might like better. I just can't get to it through the Lush right now.
I keep adding and subtracting in tiny increments when plants present themselves, which happens more often than most people, even other gardeners might imagine. Things fall out of the ground around me all the time. A good many of them follow me home. An amazing number of plants find me through the wanton generosity of fellow gardeners.
Slowly but surely, small garden worthy vignettes appear. One day they will all coalesce into a real garden.