The moss in the Oregon rainforest is magical.

I discovered it during my first spring here when it rained 29 days straight.

It grows on almost anything and the varieties are astonishing.

On my fence, I find elfin gardens and green seascapes.

The alders are adorned with brittle beards growing on air and rain.

The stumps of long-dead forest giants sprout with tufts of feathery growth.

Spring is coming. So is the Moss!