If there is one thing I have realized in my short 21 years of life, it is that nothing quite happens when you plan it, instead it does when it is supposed to. So tonight, I was in Corvallis again visiting. It was foggy and cold, I went to the a pub called Flat-tail with Jeremy. It was busy and warm inside, we were content on the local brews. You could see where they were made just behind the glass window in an impressive industrial fashion. I had a beer called “nice melons” that tasted like summer, while he had a spicy apple beer. We were strolling to the car, happy and full, when I spotted some moss. As you could imagine I was especially taken with it and Jeremy and I collected it off the parking lot like kids finding seashells at the beach. We stuffed it into a Dutch Bro’s cup I had gotten from work and I took the treasure home. I finally made my first Terrarium, all I used was rock, charcoal for drainage, and potting soil.