"The rocks are beyond slow, beyond strong, and yet yielding to a soft green breath as powerful as a glacier, the mosses wearing away their surfaces, grain by grain bringing them slowly back to sand. There is an ancient conversation going on between mosses and rocks, poetry to be sure. About light and shadow and the drift of continents. This is what has been called the ‘dialectic of moss on stone - an interface of immensity and minuteness, of past and present, softness and hardness, stillness and vibrancy, yin and yang.’ The material and the spiritual live together here."
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Gathering Moss: A Natural and Cultural History of Mosses (via mossofthewoods)
Tools in the passage of time adopt myriad forms and states of matter. It’s not often you stop and dwell on the bare stone, and yet we’re constantly finding reason to reflect on the Garden’s past. The exposed rock marking the landscape—from the ridges sectioning the Azalea Garden to the monolithic “Split Rock” of the Native Plant Garden—puts each moment of wear on display in scars and striations, recalling the kinetic push of glaciers, rivers, and trees long gone.
Nature is so often an archive of itself. Just stop and look. See how even the smallest of living things, down to the lichens and dripping mosses, share the duties of erosion with the wind and rain. —MN