I am accustomed to winter in New England-- cold and snowy. Sometimes we enjoy milder weather in the Northeast, but there are never plants outdoors like I celebrated in Houston.
I walked past this house everyday on my way to and from the Center.
It was easy to find mosses and ferns growing on tree bark.
It rained a lot when I first arrived, and never before had I noticed plants growing from pools gathered in the roots of a tree.

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These wet branches reminded me of a person's stretching limbs.
This wet tree looked like glazed clay. I was very happy to see sidewalks re-routed around big trees instead of cutting off parts of the roots or cutting down the whole tree.