Every time the snow and ice melts away for a little bit, I check for this -
And every time, I find it in the cracks of the rock patio, amazingly, still growing green.
I long to pluck up a hunk and pull in a big snootful of green freshness
... that certain sprouting smell that hopeful gardeners cherish.
I just know it's clinging to the underside of one of those clumps!
But I'll leave it for a just a little while longer, and pay respect to the tenacity,
the bulldog determination of MOSS in winter.