Disproportionate Joys

In our old house, I had started to keep (or tried to keep alive) a moss garden in a plastic lid. We’d collect mosses on hikes. I got the idea from Lewis. Only God knows the disproportionate joys I got from that little lid of mosses. Then we moved here to the woods and we blew away the leaves for the first time and Behold! I get to live inside Warren’s biscuit tin every single day! The joy never ceases to surprise me.