The clusters of mushrooms everywhere astound me. The only colour I can think of that I haven’t seen in a mushroom cap is green. The variety of size is as varied—you should see the black ones that grow here! They are super ugly.
It’s easy to understand why mushrooms feature in folklore. The look like little villages of creatures and the way they trail through the undergrowth of the forest, is magical.
Donna, who’s lived here forever, said yesterday: “Every year I wish I new more about them. But when I moved here and discovered their abundance and tried to learn about which ones were edible, I gave up. For every species you can eat, there are two more that look almost exactly the same.”
The clutch of white ones, above, are growing in my yard. They are the latest ones to emerge this Autumn.
It was easy to do my errands yesterday. I realize that every day I get a little better—very little, in fact, but better as I get more accustomed to this ‘new’ environment of Gabriola/Nanaimo. And with each experience alone and away, my interaction with people as a mute person improves. Yesterday I felt “solid” all day.
It reached 15° yesterday afternoon and it is likely to be almost as warm again today. It’s really nice to go outside with Sheba when it’s not raining. But it was raining—lightly, but relentlessly—when I went on the dog walk this morning, so I donned my waterproof pants* and a good heavy raincoat.
Half way through the walk, I was so warm I had to carry my coat and walk unprotected in what had become rather gentle rain. By the time we got back to our cars, the sky had cleared and there is naught but blue sky now.
My indoor activity today will be working on the armature.
* Pet peeve: I miss the word, “trousers.” All everyone ever speaks of, are “pants,” and “pants’ is a rather inelegant work. When was the last time you heard anyone use the “T” word?