Sun Mote Copse down to the river

While Elfie dug his trench, Weejay was fastidously focused on the moss. She peered at it up close, giggling as her breath bowled over the little flowers. Moon-moss. It had a good ring to it, and she was very excited to make this a new addition to her garden. With Eljay mentioning it had been used before, Weejay believed it prudent to bring some home.

Carefully, Weejay pulled a small sampling of the moss from the dirt. When it came time to go,  she carried it all the way home, tender as an egg in her mouth. She would place it somewhere shadowy and dark - maybe under the little oak near her garden -- somewhere she could watch it grow.