Saturday, April 21, 2012
A rolling stone gathers no moss
i love moss; ever since i was a kid in boarding school. i remember there was a huge retaining wall and in the shade of the wall there was a tall fig tree that we used to sit under during the summer and the older girls would tell stories or sing songs for the younger kids. the retaining wall had a lot of moss on it and i used to love to pet it. I got to do that again today. not the stories, or the songs, or the figs but i did get to pet some moss and it still feels pretty darn nice to the touch.