As much as I love the Maine coast, I love the Maine woods. The soft floor covered with pine needles and smelling just like a balsam pillow. Lichen and moss in all shades of green. Strange mushrooms in a shocking array of colors and shapes. Ferns. Oh, and pinecones in every size.I spent a lot of time in those woods as a kid, hunting for elusive Indian Pipes and Jack-in-the-Pulpits (and avoiding poison ivy). I even had a moss collection (which always dried up in a rather disappointing way). The woods have a strange, other-worldly light that makes one dream up the most fantastic stories. There is magic in there. I know it.
Happy weekend!
I'm off to read some John Burroughs.
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There is magic in this blog, and we know it.
Me too. I grew up at the edge of rocky blueberry fields and rocky forests and to this day it is my landscape ideal. And my moss gardens always dried up too.
Barbara ~ that's how I feel about your blog!
DED ~ I am obsessed with moss to this day.
We actually had Indian Pipes appear one year in the garden. what a thrill, but alas not repeated. Nothing quite like walking on pine needles. Do you read "Studio and Garden" blog? She writes from Vt. but I think you would enjoy her nature, art and food posts. You two have a shared sensibility that I can't quite define.
Ms. Wis ~ finding an Indian Pipe was always a thrill! I haven't seen any lately, but I always look. Hopping over to check out "Studio & Garden" . . . which I have not seen. Thank you for telling me!
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