From the time I arrived last Tuesday in Portland, I knew I had entered into the land of springtime. Everything was lush and green and bursting into bloom.
The light rain the next day, added a wonderful, earthy smell to the mix.
As my chums will tell you, I'm nutty about moss. Love moss. Love its lush greenness.
Back in Ontario, I'd find a teeny patch of moss and go all giddy with joy.
Moved to Nova Scotia, and was delighted to find that great carpets of moss blanked the woods, still glowing green, even in winter.
But in Oregon, the moss carpets the trees.
Then ferns grow on the moss.
Green, upon green, upon green.
Almost like being in a prehistoric forest.
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