This is magical time in the Rhode Island woods. The trees haven’t leafed out, but there’s a greenness to everything – the skunk cabbage, the mosses, the leaf buds. Without the leaves, the sunlight is sharp and intense, but this woodland spring doesn’t last long. Soon the leaves will be shading the forest floor and the light will settle into a more mellow, summer vibe.
I have just finished reading “The Signature of All Things,” about a woman who studied mosses. I can see how you could be drawn into that tiny green universe. This was a huge patch, spreading across a very large rock.