fresh eyes
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
cattails,
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.
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Erm, in that case I'll be there today. May I break in through a window, where the bear was, perhaps, but carefully? :-)
Thank you, actually.
Still too warm here for oysters. I'd like to try hopniss again in my garden (hint, lol ;)
Lovely images of a lovely fall. Even here in drought-stricken Cincy, the silverberries persevere: I picked at least a half gallon on sunday and rendered 4 cups of pulp to freeze! I'm thinking silverberry meringue pie.
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