fire-moss

Updated: May 4, 2025

Then came recollections of later days, when John was a young man, and Lizzy still a little girl, when long talks banished turkeys and apples and sliding, when new books or sleigh-rides crowded out the old games, when the two days of John's yearly visit were half-spent in the leafless, sunny woods, gathering mosses and acorn-cups, delicate fern leaves, and clusters of fire-moss, and red winter-green berries, for the pretty frames and baskets Lizzy's skilful fingers fabricated, when he shook hands at coming and going, instead of kissing her; but it seemed just the same, somehow.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 17, March, 1859