She created The Birthday Page and This is Your Life, Sharon.

And the Father sent her family photos so She created more pages.

And She said, let there be pages for everyone in the family.

And she saw the pages, that it was good: and divided the pages into sections.

And She called the sections by name: Steve, Laura, Westi, Nicole, Michele, Steven, Mom, Dad, Mountain, Diary, Animals.

And She said, Let there be a firmament of valid code underneath the beautiful site, and let it be a blog.

And she made the blog, and it divided the old site from the new site: and it was so.

And She called the whole site Gigglefern; and She saw that it was good.

To understand you must be willing to indulge in romantic flights of fancy … to have felt magic in the woods and enchantment in the rain. Imagine being deep in a redwood grove, mossed over and alive with ferns that stand as high as your head. It’s raining and the ferns are happy. They glisten and they glow and yes … they even giggle. We heard them and we’ll never be the same.

Once upon a time we had a dream to live among these ferns and run the Blue Heron Kayak School and the Giggling Fern Café. But life evolves and so did that dream. One thing didn’t change: a wish that there will always be herons to lead us down the river while ferns giggle secretly along the bank, and that we never lose our ability to dream.