Moss

"A rolling stone gathers no moss" is a proverb.

"A rolling stone gathers no moss" is a saying.

The moss is a delicate green fur on fallen logs and rocks, I say to myself.

A rolling stone gathers no moss.

Here they lay, the four pretty ones, on the grass or on the moss, in this charming place, at the time when the evening tiptoes in the woods.

Tom used dry moss as tinder to start the fire.

The wagonette swung round into a side road, and we curved upward through deep lanes worn by centuries of wheels, high banks on either side, heavy with dripping moss and fleshy hart’s-tongue ferns.

Tom's car was covered in moss.

At many sites, there are rotten tree trunks lying on the ground on which grow moss and ferns.

Meredith picks a tiny patch of green moss from between clumps of tall brown grass gone dormant with the fall chill. “Look at all these little bits of biodiversity,” she said. “That’s like a little fantasy world going on in there.”