The museum lawn is thick with moss, spongy to walk on, like a feather bed to lie on. Which I had to do to take these photos of tiny flowers.
|Nose height. (If you're lying flat.)|
I gave up trying to identify them. Just glad they're there.
El césped del museo es la mitad musgo; es como caminar sobre almohadas. Si te acuestas, lo que tuve que hacer para sacar estas fotos, se siente como un cama de plumas. Las flores miden apenas unos cuantos centímetros. No las pude identificar, pero me alegra saber que existen.
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