Moss
We’re walking in the park, moss-covered trees surround us.
Husband : You’re collecting moss? Seriously?
Me: . . . Uh . . yeah. It’s fascinating. The texture, the color, the way it drapes from the tree limbs, the ……
Husband : (interrupting) Ok, ok, I get it. Here, I’ll help you.
In the Pacific NW, moss is everywhere! On our roof, our sidewalk, our fence, rocks, trees . . . and now my journal.
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