The crane snubs moss under glass. Once thought to be the most beautiful, the crane now shares accolades with moss, as moss trends.
Acting a bit cavalier, Crane isn’t ready to recognize moss having merit. After all, it was his kind that stole the spotlight from moss in the first place when cranes banned together against the mosses.
Tired of hearing how mosses were earth’s first plant, evolving 450 million years ago — 70 million years before ferns, tens of millions more years before the first dinosaur, and a good many more before the crane, cranes felt they were more beautiful and the one with the most showy preen.
Today, moss is re-gaining it’s rightful place in greening the landscape by expressing it’s beauty. And no preening is involved, either. Moss just needs to be, to be beautiful.
AS THE WORLD ROCKS
The world is rocking as the shift in power occurs. The cranes are upset, but moss takes it all in stride. Cool, subtle, quiet and proud, moss has endured neglect, and even destruction, for many years, particularly as new species, with other qualities, strive to reach new heights. In all acutallity, moss, while at the lowest level on the ground, is really the highest level in the pecking order of plant life. It’s just taking a while for people to understand and simplify.
Blue Urn nestles close to the moss-covered wood in hopes moss will begin to attach to her rim and body. Can you blame her? Blue Urns have always been opportunists, so today is no exception. Here’s hoping there’s a connection between the two. ;~\
Ebony Spleenwort (Asplenium platyneuron), potted in a miniature asparagus cup, came to the party since, as many of you know, Ebony Spleenwort has had a long, lasting relationship with moss. They are bound by similar cultures. Although they truly like each other, they kinda have too since they live in the same ‘hood.
Fish Floral Frog showed up in hopes to have her holes filled. Just between you and me, Fish Floral Frog has tried this before. Try as she might, her holes have yet to be filled. There’s a story there; I’m just not sure of the details.
Rake arrived, which was nice to see. Rake and moss, although they don’t work well together, they like each other’s company. Lesser inanimate objects would see no reason to hang around one another if there was no mutual benefit, as is the case between Rake and Moss Rocks! It’s an example of unconditional love.
Chicken Black and Chicken White showed up at the party looking for some ticks to eat. Not known to be the sharpest tools in the shed, chickens tend to forget there are never any ticks at these parties, since ticks don’t hang around moss.
Crane will adapt to her new subservient role. In fact, there is already evidence of this. Crane was last seen adding moss to her nest. No one ever said cranes don’t recognize moss beauty, in fact, truth be told, they were jealous of moss beauty. Alas, cranes had a good long run. Now, let’s give moss their due.