As I work my way through editing my Iceland photos I keep coming back to this little fact that was thrown out at us on one of our bus tours: Iceland is home to around 600 species of moss.
It is oddly fascinating to me. I feel as though I am supposed to do something with this information but I don’t really know what. Maybe nothing. Maybe all I was supposed to do was go around taking photos of moss. Although this little nugget of information keeps percolating around my brain.
Upon my return, and with a minimal amount of research, I have learned that Iceland is also home to around 700 species of lichen and around 2000 species of fungi. It’s a nerdy amateur plant-photographer’s dream.
Many homes in Rekyjavik had stone walls around them covered in moss and lichen. Perhaps this isn’t as interesting to someone who lives somewhere wet but coming from dry, arid, desert-like Calgary this fascinates me.
A stone wall covered with moss has almost fairytale-like qualities to it. The fact that moss and lichen is classified as a “species” also intrigues me. As though it is a living, breathing world of its own – which I suppose it is. Perhaps there are secret stories trapped in the moss waiting to be told.
There is a lice outbreak this year at the schools. My oldest daughter and her gorgeous, long hair has brought it home three times now (maybe four – I’m losing count). The youngest daughter has brought lice home from preschool twice. For some unknown reason my middle daughter seems to be immune, or her hair is just so dirty there… Read more →
Question: How do you turn the mean comments into learning opportunities for your daughters? (Submitted by my friend Anne who has two daughters of her own.) (Also, I’m not sure how good I am at life advice but I will give it a try.) Oh my. This is a tough one because this is something we are just getting… Read more →
This morning, during a late breakfast* I was attempting to read Flow Magazine and came across this article, “A Little Doubt Is Good For You.” It made me realize that a little doubt isn’t my problem. I think a whole lot of doubt is my problem. Do you ever feel that way? Like nothing you do is good enough? I… Read more →
I was tagged on Instagram months ago to talk about what literature has taught me but this answer is so vast that one little photo post could not possibly do it justice. Really, the title should be: what hasn’t literature taught me? Let’s start at the beginning. I grew up in a very white-centric environment, in a very… Read more →
Oh, hello 2017, how’s it going? People sure are glad to meet you. Of course, I am too but I’m not as down on 2016 as everyone else seems to be. I mean sure, there was the whole Trump thing and a large number of celebrities died so it was “a bad year for music” if the headlines are to… Read more →
It’s been an emotional week. You see, a year ago today I got the phone call from the internal medicine specialist who told me he found something in my bones. (This was the day after a very painful bone biopsy.) I could tell he didn’t want to say what that something was, but he was insistent that I needed to… Read more →
I like the definition that says reduce means to change to a simpler form. That goes much deeper than trying to curb my inner want-monster. There used to be a time when I didn’t buy anything because there wasn’t any money to buy anything. It was exciting at first when the Mister and I started making the kind of… Read more →
One day this week I am going to wake up and it will be a year from the day the internal medicine specialist called and told me he found cancer in my bones. We didn’t know what kind of cancer, just that it was there. I spent a very scary weekend in the hospital hoping it was breast cancer… Read more →
Does anyone else fight with their children about respect? Or the lack-of in your family? Let me tell you a little story. A couple weeks ago the Mister was working late so it was just the girls and I at dinner time. Nothing pisses me off more than the fact that they’re better behaved when he is around then… Read more →