I got a little braver today and more trusting in my repaired "engine"—I do have the pacemaker, after all, to keep me on an even keel—and headed into the woods behind my house. To be sure, I didn't go in very far and, as requested, I carried a cell phone, even though wireless doesn't often work in our "dead-zone" locale. I guess the authorities could use the device to identify me... OK, enough of that. One thing I was looking for was a sign of life on the forest floor, and I quickly found it in the mosses that were growing just about everywhere I looked. I didn't have either of my two, tried and true moss guides with me, but this one I remembered from past encounters. I can't identify it to species but it's certainly one of the Broom Mosses—members of the bryophyte genus Dicranum whose narrow leaves and windswept appearances suggest an old and much-used straw broom.