We had guest this weekend. (no [sic]) And through the eyes of this guest, we had the rare chance to see our surroundings through the eyes of a visitor. It made me feel pretty lucky and a little unappreciative, so I got myself out and about to catch up on the appreciation.
Blueberry foliage and
both too late for foraging, but still food for the soul.
En route to the recycling center we saw that our faithful oyster mushroom log had indeed responded to the recent frost and subsequent rain. (Thanks mycelium.)
The silverberry was still producing fruit just perfect for jelly, wine, and the occasional loaf of bread.
Hopniss seeds, begging for propagating. Who am I to deny a pleading propagule?
Thanks Marie, for giving me a fresh perspective, and for being a generous and gifted culinary whiz in our kitchen. You are welcome any time.