I've always had a fascination for moss. I remember my grandmother had a root cellar that we always called the "dairy" that was a really scary concrete building dug back into the hill behind their house. It was scary because I was a little girl and there were great humongous katydids all over the ceiling and saggy wooden shelves with all the canned vegetables and fruits that my nanny would preserve in the summer.
Well, on the top of the dairy was my favorite place. Moss would grow so well up there--I would collect all different kinds from the woods around the house then carry it up there and make different "rooms" in my imaginary house on the roof of the dairy. I had to sneak up there though because she was afraid I would make ruts in the hillside climbing up there and cause it to wash out. But I was always real careful (and sneaky).
That fascination with moss has carried into my adulthood. I've owned two books on moss, still don't know the names of any of them, but still love it. When I found this plant at the nursery I was really excited. It's called "Scotch Moss" and it's not really a moss at all, but a plant that looks like moss. I don't have gutters on the house so I placed flat stones at the drip line to carry the water away from the house. On the front of the house I saw the perfect scenario for a Scotch Moss garden.
The Scotch Moss is blooming right now, with teeny tiny white blooms.
The stones at the top of the picture (on the left side of the bed) are actually grinding stones (mortars) with grinding rocks (pestles) that were used by the Indians to grind up acorns, roots, berries, and whatever else they ground up to eat--they make a pretty cool border at the front entrance to the house.
If you don't have a spot where you can grow moss in the shade then try Scotch Moss, or the other one which is a darker green color, called Irish Moss.
Scotch in the rocks----it's really cool!