Whenever I look at the Spanish Moss, which adorns many of the trees that are not palm here in St. Petersburg, I always think of Miss Havisham from Charles Dickens' Great Expectations. Once white, now a faded yellow - very mysterious and mystical and a little eerie. But I do find Spanish Moss to be very, very beautiful. When the sun is shimmering through it, it almost feels like a fairy world.
|~ It is so beautiful ~|