Perhaps you don't know about anything prettier than that.
There were maiden-hair ferns among them too! and the biggest lichens you ever saw on the fence, while in the hollow of a rotten rail a little chippy bird always built a hair nest.

She got the hairs at our barn, for most of them were gray from our carriage horses, Ned and Jo.
All down that side of the orchard the fence corners were filled with long grass and wild flowers, a few alder bushes left to furnish berries for the birds, and wild roses for us, to keep their beauty impressed on us, father said.
The east end ran along the brow of a hill so steep we coasted down it on the big meat board all winter.

The board was six inches thick, two and a half feet wide, and six long.

Father said slipping over ice and snow gave it the good scouring it needed, and it was thick enough to last all our lives, so we might play with it as we pleased.

At least seven of us could go skimming down that hill and halfway across the meadow on it.