The colors seem especially brilliant this year with all the rain and overcast skies.
More so than any season, in October I feel I’m like going out into a new landscape every morning.
I find that I want to spend as much time as I can outside, even in the rain.
I want to tell you about reaching up
into the apple tree
to pick a wild apple,
when a shower came down from the leaves
and a drop fell on the corner of my right eye
and rolled down my face —
a single tear.
Out in the rainy mist, looking for lichen, fungi, and moss. Kissing the boy.
The master mushroom hunter takes us on another adventure!
Lessons in the Little House.
Gardening with Grandfather and Grandmommy.
Morel walks with Uncle Chris.
Dappled green light in the forest.
Holding hands with a toddler as he explores the world outside.
Spring at Gousty.
We’re walking in the Gousty woods and meadows on a misty, moisty morning in May — when it occurs to me that there is no place I’d rather be.
My brother, the expert morel mushroomer, leads the way.
As soon as the cousins see Grandfather digging in the garden, they surround him with love and curiosity. He is a child magnet.
Asparagus! We planted it three years ago, and harvested our first handful of spears this week.