But here in the Pacific Northwest, everything else does.
When I posted this photo of the patio, Gigi asked if that was moss growing on the pavers.
Yep. Well, in this case it might be algae, but green stuff none-the-less.
Moss is everywhere here in our wet winters. Moss on the gravel.
Moss on the trees.
Moss on the homes of the birds and the bees.
Moss in the lawn.
Moss on the path.
Moss is a carpet in the secret garden.
Moss high and low.
Moss adorning the lantern chapeau.
Moss on rocks
and on the front steps.
Even moss in the driveway.
In fact, around here you need to keep moving, like a rolling stone, so the moss doesn't grow between your toes.
Better watch out, Josy.