By all appearances, gone. I have to believe something will come up from the roots.
It once was lawn where these ferns used to grow, but now, in the lee of a row of stacked firewood, there is permission for a higher kind of leaf. Every year, the size of the patch expands, as these ferns don’t just blow in
From the crevice left by the disintegration of the pith of a fallen cedar, moss and ferns.