LITTLE CLUMP OF MOSS
HAPLOID BRYOPHYTE SO GREEN
LOVING WATER TOO
My love of moss has been a long one. Maybe because growing up in one of the driest states in the U.S., moss is a rarity. To be seen at waterfalls and along mountain streams. It is the epitome of lush, and water richness. I love it and when studying Botany in college, I would fantasized about finding a new species of moss and naming it after myself. Vanity indeed. I wanted to name it (_______) rachelii, but sadly found out that as a girl I would have to name it (_______) racheliana.
When the name of a plant is derived from a proper name:
* the ending -ii means it was named after the male developer of a cultivar
* the ending -ae means it was named after the female developer of a cultivar
* the ending -iana means the flower name commemorates the personal name it is attached to
OH well, and how about having a mossery?
Mossery: A passing fad for moss-collecting in the late 19th century led to the establishment of mosseries in many British and American gardens. The mossery is typically constructed out of slatted wood, with a flat roof, open to the north side (maintaining shade). Samples of moss were installed in the cracks between wood slats. The whole mossery would then be regularly moistened to maintain growth.
I sort of have a mossery. I have collected moss from Olympia, WA, to put around my orchids. I noticed that it had all gone brown after a time had passed, so I started misting it every morning and night. I take better care of the moss than I do the orchids now. But I love to see the green bits growing out of the dormant brown body mass.
I dream of having my own bathroom (meaning I own it) where I can build a mossery in the shower stall (on the opposite wall from the showerhead). That way it could get lots of moisture. I would have a skylight or those glass bricks in a wall to let in some light and grow lush, green moss.
I like moss.
