Marveling this rainy day and Monday. (Which didn’t get me down.)
Perspectives on southern Gothic-ish Spanish moss in Savannah.
Morning walk on Skidaway Island.
“It’s actually not a moss. As a flowering plant, Spanish moss is a bromeliad—and a relative of the pineapple.
And it’s actually not from Spain. According to legend, the name memorializes a Spanish conquistador who, while pursuing a Native American princess, got his beard tangled in the dense branches of the trees. A lesser-known Native American legend has it that the old, cold North wind lost his hair in an epic fight with the young, warm South wind.
It isn’t hurting the trees.
It changes color. While Spanish moss appears gray in dry weather, it takes on a greenish hue when it rains.” Jekyllisland.com
