I recently said to my sister that I’ve noticed in our area the earth heals herself with moss. I love moss…the whole spectrum of greens it grows in. I know, I know, there is some moss that is near mold and a bit loathsome, but I’m not talking about swampy algae-like moss, I’m talking about the glorious greens that fill sidewalk cracks and crannies with many shades of emerald.

Nature doth thus kindly heal every wound. By the mediation of a thousand little mosses and fungi, the most unsightly objects become radiant of beauty. There seem to be two sides of this world, presented us at different times, as we see things in growth or dissolution, in life or death. And seen with the eye of the poet, as God sees them, all things are alive and beautiful. ~ Henry David Thoreau

Today, I searched my yard on the edges for some moss, that if taken, would not leave a noticeable scar. I found a bit, and placed it around my scrub pine Christmas tree, transplanted once again, this time in terracotta. I have loved this little pine so much, that even without its pretty ornaments, I cannot put it outdoors in the wintry mix of weather that will surely assail us soon. I’m keeping it! In my studio, I feel a need to decorate it again, this time with small birds. Updates will follow.