My seaglass are the days I spend with my husband, on the water taking in the sea air and sights and sounds of the sky, waves, birds, and the occasional pods of porpoises. Like today, magical and refreshing for the soul.
Golden chanterelles. I say I like to walk at a chanterelle pace as I eye the forest floor. Just returned from northern Maine where they were as bountiful as I ve ever encountered. They are curious creatures, so elegant and showy and quite inconsistent in where they choose to emerge. This year I found tons along sandy logging roads and trail side, almost as if they were calling to me, “here I am and aren’t I just so pretty?
Coffee! Many things, but morning coffee is a ritual.
Sea glass is so pretty. I never thought of it becoming more rare, but of course you're right.
Slime mold hunting. A rush when I think I have found one. So much to discover and experience in these nearby woods.
This is a great article. Thanks for all of them. I love this glimpse of nature. Jo
My seaglass are the days I spend with my husband, on the water taking in the sea air and sights and sounds of the sky, waves, birds, and the occasional pods of porpoises. Like today, magical and refreshing for the soul.
Clouds. Not hard to finds, but always different. Always changing.
Golden chanterelles. I say I like to walk at a chanterelle pace as I eye the forest floor. Just returned from northern Maine where they were as bountiful as I ve ever encountered. They are curious creatures, so elegant and showy and quite inconsistent in where they choose to emerge. This year I found tons along sandy logging roads and trail side, almost as if they were calling to me, “here I am and aren’t I just so pretty?