Next in my exploration of historic/historical/hysterical garden words is mossery. Quite simply, it is a plantation of mosses. I think that describes my yard quite well. During the winter, when the weather is wet and cold, the mosses flourish. Once it warms up and dries out, the mosses die back and grass and small flowers take over. Most of my neighbors have mainly grass that isn’t green 10 months of the year.
I love the moss, so soft and green. We’re at about 50/50 now.
And in other news…other colors have arrived…
From the top: daffodils, hellebore, red flowering currants, primroses.