Stop by the front pasture on any given afternoon, and you will either see fiesta or siesta... depending on the moment.
the sheepy gals were in the midst of their siesta.
For a moment, I had to stand and watch Hope- just to make sure she was breathing. She was, but she was dead asleep!
I sat down to snap a few photos of my wooly wonders, and soon became the object of piggy affection. Oh, that MaryAnn, she loves me (quite possibly more than any other being on this planet.). I truly love this pig right back. There is a good possibility that if I were alone in this world, MaryAnn would be living in my house with me. (Don't tell Hubbs!)
Afternoon chore time is typically when we spend the most time with our animals.
Without the long list of chores that are done both morning and evening, there's more time to just sit and chat with my friends.
And though it doesn't happen often, yesterday I finally got all of my ducks in a row!
Yesterday was a gray sky day... no peek of the sun at all.
Don't be surprised if you see a little bit of our woods in the coming posts. It's that time of year.
I only wish I could take you with me as I trample down leaf-covered pathways. The air is heavy with the smell of moisture and decay - a pleasant, loamy aroma unlike any other.
I walk with my face towards the forest floor... both so that I don't miss any unusual fungus, and also so that I don't end up tripping over fallen branches.
Every few yards, I stop and look to the trees. There are often surprises that can be found in the branches over our heads... a silent owl, perched high above, or oak galls clinging to the branches of an oak tree - the remnant of an amazing nest made by the spongy apple oak gall wasp.
In the distance I hear the alarm call of a pileated woodpecker, upset because we've invaded his territory. A few crickets, their lives soon ending, are singing farewell to the eggs that they've left to hibernate in the soil... passing the memory of their songs to the next generation.
We are in the woods in search of a very remarkable fungus that our brother-in-law had spotted. I am so happy we found it, because this one is fairly rare (an edible that is exceptionally delicious, I hear).
It is called a bearded tooth mushroom, or lion's mane mushroom.
Isn't it spectacular? I wish you could touch it... so very soft, and cool... like fur made of silicone. There were two of them... one in a groove in the bark of this dead tree... and the other, globe-shaped and slightly higher on the trunk.
Although we could harvest this fungi and eat it, we leave it behind... to finish its life cycle in the forest. To me, it's too magnificent to remove. I will, most likely, return to appreciate its beauty again.
Your walks in the woods must be healing. I need to get out there this fall and winter and start hiking again. It feeds my soul.
Blessings to you for sharing so much wonder and goodness. We sure do need it these days.
Marcy in Atlanta
And those fungi- wow,treasures. I'm glad that you're leaving them in the cathedral.
And happy that you like the sampler,it's come home to Bee Haven Acres.
Good job Chester..Don't you just love it??
Love the Sampler..perfect
Enjoy this rainy day..Mollie actually shortened her walk today..unusual for her..Wait til she find out that it will b e just the same later..maybe worse..Hugs