I went to the canyon nearest to me just to spend a few minutes looking at how pretty the mountains look in the snow, and what did I notice? Green, lively moss! For the first time since I moved here three months ago, the moss was verdant, rejuvenated, no doubt from the moisture that trickled down from the melting snow. I could not be more thrilled, especially since I’d been longing for the small communities that form in pockets of moisture. It’s so nice to find little clusters of lushness.
My heart drew me higher and higher, taking care not to disturb the communities growing on the rocks, while pointedly ignoring my brain that was telling me not to climb around alone when the leaf litter was so slippery. But my heart does what it will. And my heart sought out the lichens, mosses, and ferns of the bluffs.