Of Moss and Magic.

I was walking past the edge of a wood today and found myself enthralled yet again by the sight of moss growing on the bases of tree trunks. I’ve always felt that way, and what’s even more striking is the sight of moss overgrowing the stumps of long-dead trees cut down by past generations.

And so I asked myself why, and wrote a long, laboured and much edited post about it, and then decided that the whole thing reeked of artifice and scrapped it.

Let’s just say that the sight of moss on tree trunks takes me into the realm of myth and magic – of legends, fairytales and the Romantic tradition – and half persuades me that such a realm is not so far from mundane reality as we generally believe it to be. That’ll do.