I think I’ve been raving about this before, but the phenomenon that I call the Pacific Northwest winter monsoon brings out an astonishing emerald greenery around here. And when you look closer, it turns out that a lot of it is moss. Moss creeping out everywhere, fragile but determined: on tree trunks, rooftops, stone walls, wooden fences, gutters, the concrete slabs of the sidewalk… Really anything, it seems, that stops moving for a long enough period. Here are some treasures from a wintery afternoon walk. When you look even closer, it looks like miniature islands……or thick miniature forests. One into which I would love to wander and get lost.