Out here in Oregon, I enjoy the rough-hewn life of a modern homesteader and mountain woman, weaving outdoor adventures into the fabric of everyday living. Whether tending this McKenzie River homestead hearth or a campfire up in the mountains, I find great enjoyment in the work of a self-sufficient life. Gather around as I share my tales of camping, cooking, handcrafting, wildcrafting, canning, growing food, keeping chickens, and raising twin children. It is my hope to share some ideas and inspiration with other folks, to strengthen our connections with the land and wild places. As my hero, Henry David Thoreau once said, “In wildness is the preservation of the world.”
With all the rain we have out here in Oregon, we also have a lot of moss. It carpets forest floors, grows in marshes, hangs from trees, engulfs boulders, and grows on our roofs. It's a wonder it doesn't grow on Oregonians. Having grown up in the Pacific Northwest, it's a familiar and fond flora to me, and this Spring I have enjoyed observing some of the different kinds. Apparently there are many. I took a series of close-up shots to show off the variety in color and texture of this often overlooked member of the plant kingdom. If you take the time to stoop down and really look, you'll find a whole miniature world down there on the ground.
Mosses are marvelous!
This last one is not a moss, but a Lungwort Lichen (Lobaria pulmonaria.)
I threw it in for the intricate texture, and because I think that lungworts are lovely.