A Patch of Peat

Beside me a patch of peat was touched with green as though it had gone mouldy, and up from it went a little forest of buds, each on its slender stalk, for spring had come to the moss as well as the curlews.

– from “The End of the Rainbow” by Lord Dunsany

from phys.org

This line jumped out at me because it perfectly describes the little sprigs emanating from the carpets of moss at the edges of the forest right now.  Beauty in nature and word – captured.

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