I went out to the woods this afternoon to help my father set up for one of these crafts fairs he does. It gets me out of the house and, after thirty-one years, it's kind of a tradition. Besides, the little bit of forest where the fair is being held is quite a lovely place and I always enjoy getting to visit. Today's visit showed off just how wet this summer has been, too. There were mushrooms absolutely everywhere, and some of them were pretty big, too. They went from the size of a fingertip to the size of my closed fist, and a good number of them were bright orange and quite striking to look at. Others were your standard mushroom white but shaped like little funnels and equally fun to look at. I don't have a clue what sort any of them were. Besides poisonous, of course. My mycology is sketchy at best. But I've always been rather fond of them, and I did my best to tread lightly and not disturb any more of them than I could help.
Slightly less amusing was when I was dive-bombed by a nesting mockingbird yesterday while I was out walking on my land. It's not my fault she decided to build her nest at slightly more than head height, but damned if they're not vicious little bastards when they're angry. I suppose I can't blame the bird for simply following her instincts to protect her nest. I'd probably do the same thing in her place. But it doesn't do much to help my ornithophobia!
6 years ago
12 Jul 2013 04:36 CEST