New pet

My youngest daughter always wanted to grow a moss wall.. I think patience may have been her downfall.. it was slow to grow.. today my husband was sorting out some guttering and this darling little moss mound was sitting on the lower slates of the roof. I got him to throw it down and now I am going to give it to my daughter to look after!!  It is wider than my hand... about an inch high and really rather lovely. I may well be going slightly mad but no harm I guess. I imagine it will just keep on keeping on providing she damps it every so often and may even have a little show of flowers in the spring.. you know the sort... little golden capsules suspended above the mound on thin spindly uprights. Macro photographers heaven :)