Day before the storm,* (yesterday Feb 11, 2023) (*just a bunch of rain)

More moss...which I've become strangely aware of for the first time. Of course I've always loved tree roots that look like humpback whales here, breaching in a mossy ocean.

 After a good week or maybe 2 where it's only gone below freezing at night maybe for a couple of hours, and been sunny and 60 degrees F several days. I had to go take these spring buds' photos.

And of course I'm interested in the moss that's growing everywhere.

Downstairs from my apartment...there's another apartment whose front door opens at that level, and I noticed out my window yesterday there was a clump of daffodils blooming. So I started to walk towards them, in a cold and windy day, with my hood up of my coat.

And look at this delicate little lady!

More little tiny flowers. I really was careful where I stepped.

And there they are. Blowing wind of course.

The closest one changed directions constantly, but I was thrilled to see gradations in the yellow, which haven't come through in past photos by the iPhone of daffodils. It was a cloudy day, so maybe that helped.

This shot is the north facing ground outside my front door.  It's a real mishmash!

By 7 pm last night the storm wasn't going to go below freezing here (but the whole day would be around 35 F.) And only a short portion would be snow...and the freezing rain would be starting about the time I was writing this. So I'm homebound, and have such a list of things to do in the house!

Happy birth anniversary to Lincoln, born in a log cabin, read by firelight, and oh yes, freed the slaves. A million people are descendants of those people who had no last names when they were set free, who had nothing but the clothes on their backs, and depending upon their owners who suddenly were forced to see that these were equal human beings, might also have a continuing job with some kind of wages. If they were farm workers, they might be given an area where they could continue farming and pay the owner of the land (no longer owner of themselves) a portion of what they chose to raise. (Sorry, I apparently really identify with this, as I had ancestors who owned slaves.)

Today's quote:

Men of lofty genius when they are doing the least work are most active. 

-Leonardo da Vinci, painter, engineer, musician, and scientist (1452-1519)

View from my window

 Again. I know, it's pretty dull.  But I do sit here and watch weather. The clouds that roll over the southern ridge usually bring some moisture or another. No snow to speak of this year.

If you look closely at the base of the far tree, the daffodils are poking up. And instead of grass, the entire area is now covered with moss. At least that's what it looks like to me.

Maybe something that will bloom

Definitely things that will bloom!

I walkedd to the top of our parking lot the other day when it was nice and warm! I've got maples outside my window, but up the hill are pines.

A sample showing 2 kinds of moss. Broom Moss and (not sure of the other one, something like delicate, fragile?)

Today's quote:

Everyday language is a part of the human organism and is no less complicated than it. -Ludwig Wittgenstein, philosopher (1889-1951)

Close to the ground

A Lenten Rose, a.k.a. Hellebore

Rocks and roots and moss

Where the moss grows

The rocks in the woods of North Carolina support the green life which also grows throughout the winter in Connecticut.  The same oak leaves cover the ground, though they may be 500 miles apart.  Only in NC however, will the Rhododendrons capture the sunlight as well.