Went to Mercer Arboretum yesterday. The trees were covered with a bright orange moss in one of the oxbows, adding cheer to the winter grey. I guess the unusual weather has created perfect conditions for this.
All the locals were sunbathing and napping.
The water was oily from all the Cypress leaves.
The warm breeze gently blew the bog's damp musty aroma across the Cypress knees, providing the perfect escape for the day.
