экспедиция into the Ferns

Looking through the glass wasn't enough anymore! I slipped past the open patio screen door and dropped down onto the damp brick path below. The air smelled of wet earth and crushed grass. Right beside the porch, the dense ferns towered over me like a towering Jurassic canopy. I pushed through the broad fronds and spotted a smooth, layered grey pebble half-buried in the soil. Leaning in close, I brushed away the dark grit with my paw, tracing a faint spiral ridge pressed right into its surface. It really felt like discovering my very first genuine fossil out here!