Green, green, green. I'm giddy at the sight of it. Green things defying the winter cold.
In the midst of a carpet of crinkled dead leaves, snow and bare branches, vibrant moss thumbs its nose at winter.
Soft and pliable and not brittle or dry, moss lives on. I'm not sure how "awake" it is but it's definitely not sleeping like so many other plants in the hibernating wood.
And what of the tiny ferns that lurk in sheltered spots ? Do they defy the cold too ?
Winter green. Not just a great flavour but a sight for sore eyes.
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