Yep, our climate is a wet one!!!

Started by Cindi, April 15, 2008, 09:11:13 AM

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Cindi

We live in what is called the Rainforest of the PNW (Pacific Northwest), rain, rain and more rain, oh yes, we get sunshine too.  The mosses that grow in our locale are unbelievable.  This picture shows how some of this moss reaches for the stars above.  My Husband has a gargoyle garden by our pool area, each year I clean the gargoyles and the bricks of the moss, but there was such an interesting moss growing on one of the gargoyle faces, that I had to take that picture.  Get a load of it, it is pretty darn cool.  Beautiful and wonderful day, Cindi

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Cindi, that's so cool!  Aren't we blessed to live here?  I love all the different plants, lichens & mosses & there are so many mini-climates!  I like gargoyles! It looks like he is growing a beard! Your place sounds so pretty!
Jody
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dlmarti

This is a picture of Buttermilk Falls in NJ:

(normally more water)

This little falls creates a micro-climate in the little valley that always reminds me of the PA-NW.

annette

Hey guys, get these photos into the monthly wallpaper contest. They are great.

I just love that moss Cindi coming out of that statue.

Annett

Cindi

Dimarti, what a lovely picture of Butternut Falls.  I wonder where the name originated from, very unusual, must have some significance of some kind.  Lovely.....beautiful and the most wonderful days ahead.  Cindi
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.  The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.  Robert Service