circinate vernation

ahh, the music of the fiddleheads is growing to a crescendo within the damp darkness of the forests. beginning quietly, the photosynthetic melody repeats over and over again, gradually increasing in volume, until i POUNCE upon the tender growing tip of the fronds with ravenous delight. YUMMM!
i am about to leave the toronto wasteland for a week in search of fiddleheads and mushrooms. the dizzying greenery calls to me. i must answer that which sings to my soul. goodbye my friends. i wish for you strength and courage in these concrete lands. fiddleheads are between fiddled and the fiddler.