Drinking coffee, listening to Mariee Sioux, and scrolling the moss tag because I miss the woods.
I wish you could have come with me on my first day of field school. we drove north/west out of town for about an hour and stopped at a lowland black spruce bog. the ground was was totally spongy; a thick, lush carpet of mosses that you could walk across. our feet sank down almost to our knees in moss, but it was strong enough to hold us up.
in the forest itself, the trees were so thick that there wasn’t really any underbrush at all. just giant spruce trees and a carpet of moss. tiny little cranberries and blueberries here and there. I ate wild cranberries and spotted tiny shrooms - the whole day was magical.
I miss your face!