Mushrooms! Heaps of them! Yesterday mamma and I headed for the woods to do a bit of mushrooming before the frost nips over the land. It was a glorious day with a proud sun blazing over the rolling hills and the woods full of cool mosses and shifting hues and leaves floating lazily through our field of vision. Karl--a man with a twinkle in his eye and a white beard, a sure sign of gnome magic--and his wife were our gentle guides, and he led us to a location which I cannot divulge; I am sworn to secrecy. It helps, of course, that I do not possess a keen geographic mind or that we took so many turns on the road I have only a muddled recollection of directions. But I can tell you it was deep in the woods.
We were on the hunt for chanterelles, which are distinguished by their funnel-shaped crowns and the veining underneath. And we found enough to fill all our buckets--our guides exclaimed in surprise at the amount we found. They had never seen so many in so small a space.
A short respite
I found a bit of heaven in the earth.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep
but I have promises to keep
But I must disagree with you, Mr. Frost, just this one time, for this day my promises were to the woods.
3 comments:
oh I am infinitely jealous!!!
And miles to go before I sleep! Perhaps you could write a poem in the style of Frost entitled 'After Mushroom Picking' :D
I love your close-up photos of things, like the red and white mushroom a few posts down and the leaf with water droplets.
I should write a poem. In fact, I should write many poems.
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