There is a whole forest hidden in a bed of moss. You ought to take a child and find a patch of the lovely, soft greenery, then get down really close, and watch the wonder in their eyes.
Winter has almost set in completely here. The riotious hues of the leaves have faded and fallen to a brown carpet, and everything begins to look withdrawn, hiding from the frost. Walking through the woods, you find that there is still color, but in small places. The moss is still a vivid green, and contrasts starkly… Continue reading Not gone yet
One of the things I miss the most about Florida are the ancient, sprawling water oak trees. During our trip down to visit relatives during Thanksgiving, I captured this view.
Walking in the woods a little over a week ago, I came upon a bed of jewels laying in the grass–a spider’s web cradling droplets of water.
I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else. C. S. Lewis