I met them on the mountain trail. They wouldn’t turn to show their face.
In the Folklore Thursday Twitter feed I saw this post from Great Uncle Darkly:
“Moss Folk or Wood Wives are female spirits who weave the moss which covers trees. For every tree felled, a Wood Wife dies.”
Thinking about kindness.
There were red efts on my mountain walk this morning, brought out by the heat and humidity. This one started to turn into a dragon.