Yesterday brought light spilling across the breakfast table. A walk was called for.
The path down through the back of our property gets pretty overgrown by mid summer, but right now the extreme weather has beaten back the blackberries (see…some good did come of it) to reveal great swathes of sword ferns.
A big old hemlock has moss-covered stumps of limbs that look almost like spokes interspersed with the living branches. The close-up view is a nice reward for tramping through brambles.
The way the moss captures the light turns everything sculptural.
I love the way ferns grow out of the mossy trees. Those Oregon grape look so much happier than the ones I planted.
Color, texture…the forest floor has it all.
Now that’s texture!
The people before us sold off many of the large cedars on the property. It was a scarred landscape, but even the stumps are being reclaimed by nature and draped in beauty. She does a better job than I could dream of, so whenever I become frustrated by lack of progress in the cultivated garden all I need do is take a stroll back here. Hope you enjoyed coming with me this time.