I love walking in the forest. As a child the woods became my playground. We learned about native plants, built forts, played in the creek--ah the memories are so wonderful. When I tell people of our forest adventures, I have been told it sounds like a fairytale, or a book--except it was true life for my siblings and me.
This is grey beard moss--at least that's what we called it. There was one tall tree which grew on a little island in the middle of the creek which had this moss hanging all over it. It was SO magical.
Well, break is over and I'm back to work. Have a lovely Wednesday, all you wonderful people!
