Playing in bracken. It was big enough/I was small enough to crawl for what seemed like a long way beneath it. Exciting secrecy. Childhood memories.
Years later, I was walking near a beech wood and noticed the bracken growing near by. I’ve a contorted willow in my garden. Prompted – if obliquely – by the bracken, last year I tried planting and growing ferns under it. With limited success. Now, I’m thinking the willow’s taking too much water. They are thirsty trees. It was worth a try.
The failed planting triggered the memories, not the other way around. Comfortable memories that you can trust. Safe. An escape to treasure.
It seems I have lost chunks of my memory. Positive recollections are things to treasure.
The why of it
Simply an unbidden memory of childhood; a memory prompted by chance.
There is an argument that all recollections – neutral, good and bad – are necessary to understand yourself.
How you are now is a function of everything that’s preceeded now, not just the positive.