A fungus in the woods
Several years ago, while following the dog, I ended up in a small copse of softwoods. Due to the combination of light, temperature and wind direction, the bugs were absent. The lack of distraction left me time to look about, and I spotted some wonderfully coloured fungi. Since then, I’ve wanted to return to similar habitat, with a camera. Today, while following the dog, I finally repeated the exercise. Here’s a photo. I don’t know what (yet), but there’s a whole winter ahead to pursue the identification.
Down at the bottom of many shore lanes, there’s another variety of fungus: the FOR SALE, WATERFRONT LOT variety. Although somewhat rare, there are still fields of dreams for the rich. One, that won’t be around for very many more years, has been reduced for quick sale to $80K. Area: 0.42 acres and falling. Get in there, fast, with your sacks of gold.
This was an afternoon designed for reading, and I finished tome two of the Stephenson trilogy. I’m enthralled. Could real history be anything like this? Did my textbooks get bowdlerized by curriculum designers, determined to save me from the antics of long ago buffoons? Tome three is already open to the first chapter.
We decided to follow a rumour, and headed down to Georgetown for a meal at a new restaurant, which remains nameless due to a momentary lapse of recall. Suffice to say that it’s near the town entrance. There are growing pains… bread without a plate, ice cubes in my milk. The fish was good: haddock in a wine sauce, so all is forgiven.
