I have a small treasure trove of stuff from the last two weeks that I'm finding now that the viruses and bacteria have left us alone.
Moss makes me happy. It's such a tiny and amazing thing. I remember using a spoon to drip water onto dry mosses on the oak trees that came through our porch in California, and watching them bloom as they soaked up the moisture. I loved seeing the mosses in my parents' yard on Ridge Road send up their setae and opercula. When we lived in Columbia, our back yard couldn't grow more than a handful of scraggly grass but mosses luxuriated, so I tore out the grace and cultivated a mossy carpet. I adore the word bryophyte. The idea of a moss terrarium tickles my fancy.
These are living in our back yard, and I hope to see many more of their cousins.