One day, under a bright blue after-rain sky, I observed that the sporophyte capsules of a wall screw-moss bed growing on a brick fence had swelled to almost three times their usual size.
You still get wild things like bears and wolves and abundance of salmon and a bunch of different sea life. You still have old growth forests. And so we want to keep it like that.
Then he lay on his bed and smiled to himself over some of the things she had said, and thought of her lying in her bath looking at the forest of bath-taps and thinking how crazy the English were.