Spent a Monday by myself, wandering around the Morris Arboretum outside of Mt Airy. It was the brink of Fall, the time of year where I wore a sweater but the roses were still in bloom. As always, the ferns were my favorite. A gorgeous Victorian greenhouse housed a magical collection: every inch of the interior was covered in a different type of frond. I sat inside, my skin damp from the humidity, and drew for nearly 2 hours. It was so quiet, and I was nearly undisturbed.