Forgotten joys of childhood

[stephbg]

I await the ceiling squirrels and have just come in from a little turn around the garden to catch some rays.



Weeds. Check
Cooch grass gone feral. Check.
Dead things. Check.
Bare patches. Check.
Rapidly disappearing mulch layer. Check.
Rapidly disappearing path. Check.
Rapidly disappearing garden sculptures. Check.
A handful of things doing insanely well and threatening to invade the neighbours. Check.
Moss. Check.

Hang on, moss? I've not seen a lot of that for a long time. When I was a kid I used to harvest it off the garden path and make little indoor moss gardens on saucers and jar lids. It was particularly satisfying to harvest dried up specimens and watch them come to life with water.

There's a moss farm in my future, and I didn't know that when I woke up today.