The damp forest never really sleeps. The trees do but the rest of forest is bustling with life. The ground pine is a constant companion for the Appalachian. As a child I would lay down on forest floor and pretend that I was an explorer like Indiana Jones trekking my way through the tiny jungle. Broken sticks only a couple of inches long became action figures and piles of rocks for an ancient temple. Sometimes there were dinosaurs in the form of a salamander that wandered lazily onto the scene. The red efts could be dragons that you had to follow all the way to a hidden treasure. I also remember a game that involved running through a patch of ground pine that was in spore such as these and trying to make it all the way through without a cloud of spores rising up from the strange looking cones. The days of childhood play may be long gone but I still have the urge to simply crawl into a patch of ground pine and let my imagination go wild when I see it.
Good night friends and be blessed throughout your days.
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