Moss
I dig moss. Not with a trowel, but with my heart. What a tenacious plant! Moss practically dies off in the summer heat, becoming a dried up, brown-gray, dormant plant, but once the rains start again in the fall, ahhh, moss comes into it’s own. It’s a miracle to behold; as the plant fills with water, it plumps up, turns an exquisite green, then dazzles the universe with indefatigable beauty.
In my reverence for nature and living entities, moss has always earned a high level of respect from me. Taking daily walks in the woods, I keep track of the status of the numerous varieties that grow on the tree trunks and rocks near my house. The abundant precipitation of the fall and winter brings out the luscious texture, iridescent color, and moist plumpness of this odd and amazing plant.
Do you know what I mean?
Robin Mallery
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That’s so funny–I was literally just realizing for the first time the other day that moss is one of my favorite plants. My reasoning is less complex than yours–I just like how green and fuzzy it is! 🙂
I touch it also! Fun fuzzy feeling!