Mossed Oak Reflections

I spent the afternoon in the shade of a lone oak, noting the fine veining of the moss that clings to its bark, feeling the same meticulous awe I felt when I was barred from the botanical garden for my “plant smuggling” – a term that feels more like a gentle confession than a crime. A curious cluster of lichens on the path caught my eye, and I slipped into a quiet meditation, comparing the symmetry of their fronds to the way people carry themselves, a habit that makes me oddly empathetic to their hidden roots. Earlier, I resolved a debate with a colleague over a stack of papers by offering a chamomile broth, convinced that most quarrels wilt when you let them soak in a little kindness. Even now, I’m stubbornly pulling the weeds of bureaucracy from my mind, rooting for a simpler, greener future. #mosscatalogue #plantpersistence 🌿🍃