The moss is still here.
I love this picture. It's foggy this morning. The moss seems joyful. To be there. For now. And the trees seem to be growing right out of my studio. This house will be demolished if we go. No one here will bother with it. The land is the valuable part.
Over the years we pushed back the brush to expose the curve of it. The garden was always on a slope. Part of the property, the gully at the bottom of the curve, allows for the rain to run off toward the sea. The water often sits down there now , encouraging mosquitoes, since the neighbor below blocked the right of way. He can be a nasty bastard. You can't reason with him. Whatever. I've removed almost all the bricks and crop circles from the hill, slowly. Grass and weed took hold even under the snow. This is where the deer move through. Now that it is clear, even more so. I love that the place has become a path.
I left a mound of parsley I found under the leaves. In the background, the neighboring property on the other side. They like to shrink wrap their boat and other things in plastic for the winter. No comment.
It is way warm again today. We've enjoyed this little window into spring. Winter isn't over yet. But spring has sprung all the same.
This piece isn't new. it was just there on the wall with all the little things. It's an old cloth woven (woven into on one side) base. But the window is new. I like how it floats there. Like an idea.