I absolutely hated high school because of the meanness and unpredictability kids displayed then; now middle aged, I’m still dealing with people that maintain that high school mentality. Do we ever really grow up?
Cattiness in cats is tolerable…cattiness in people is something I could never understand.
“Just ignore them and they’ll go away,” that’s what mom said when I was young.
It didn’t work back then and it works even less now. They don’t go away, they multiply. It reminds me of the Bob Dylan song, like moss on a rolling stone…they gather more as they roll along.
Hmm, perhaps if I understand moss, I can understand them.
What is moss, botanically speaking? Moss – a green flowerless plant, found growing in clumps, in damp shady areas. Dead cells in the leaves of a moss plant have the ability to absorb the water around it and hold it for extremely long periods.
Peat moss, a species of moss found in the Northern Hemisphere, comes from decaying bog material. Peat dominates the top bog layer and acidifies its surroundings. Consisting of a main stem with clusters of branches that spread outward, peat reproduces by spores that must be wind borne. Interestingly, the wind in the bog is too low to blow so the plant must produce enough wind on its own (pop gun effect) to disperse the spores.
Wow! decaying, acidic, flowerless, clusters that must resort to short, bursts of self-propelled air to survive…yep, I think that sums them up. So, I guess that means I either need to learn to live in a bog (that’s where carnivorous plants thrive) or figure out how to use peat as a soil conditioner.
Well…since first writing the post a few years back, we have moved to the Low Country where carnivorous plants are native species. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, there is less moss found on the ground here too.
Now the moss is brown, dry, and hangs from the trees and has mites living in it….geez. And there are lots of fungi species growing on the ground; oh, my, let the research begin.
Like one who takes away a garment on a cold day, or like vinegar poured on a wound, is one who sings songs to a heavy heart. Proverbs 25:20