So I was going to go look for a rock that had moss on it. But I went to the beach instead. Low tide. Deep long thick rock beds. After collecting a hoodie’s front pocket’s worth – I walked over to sit and chat with a friend on a log. And – The idea hit me.
Instead of rock with moss on it, would it be cheating to find moss and put a rock on it?
Tomato. Tomahto. Moss on a rock. Rock on some moss. You decide.
Mean while Jon and his friend found crab trap under the dock and rescued it.
This Nature Study stuff. It’s hard. Sacrificial. Horrible. Work.