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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Irene: Before and after

Last week, just days before a road trip and a hurricane, I took a walk along a way that I'd not visited in a couple of months.  This route include a pass by a cemetery that predates the Civil War, and yes, I like to stop there and reflect.  I discovered a new resident who had moved in some six weeks earlier, and a few steps away, this old fellow had survived the funeral and burial.

The summer heat, even in this shaded grove, had not been kind to this old fellow.  Yet, he survived.  Tendrils reaching into the hard red clay.  Residual moisture sought and retained.  I dared not touch lest I disturb that delicate balance and shorten his days in this world.

And so I left this city, this state, and flew to Chattanooga for work.  The hurricane brushed the city, and unleashed her wrath on the coast.

I returned.  Vermont was washing out to sea.  I settled in, and yesterday evening as the light of day faded from the realm, I went for a quick walk.  Yes, I had lottery tickets to buy.

Along the way, peeking from the freshened grass growing by a chain link fence, this fellow smiles.

As my native buds might say, Mother washed her hair, and now life goes on.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Surprise on a walk

It's been a long two days, and although I would benefit from some stair work or even stepping over to the gym, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.  Very weak, and I settled for a walk up to the Shell to fetch a Diet Coke.

Along the way, I was thinking that it'd been a while since a mushroom had popped up, and given the recent heat, I expected it'd be a while longer before another risked poking it's head out.

I was wrong.  Again.  I'm getting used to it.  There's something odd about the environment up by the dollar flick because I keep finding mushroom in the mulch there, even at the harshest of times.

Today, there was a veritable family of the beasts raising their heads.  Here's the one that first attracted my attention.

Just a few feet away, a few more were making their way into this world.

This is, apparently, a mixed neighborhood.  Some little white round mushrooms were popping up right there among the family of brown flat ones.  One or the other is apt to be labeled the Great Usurper.

And of course, one had sprouted a few days earlier, and the 100-degree weather did it's duty, leaving what looks to an ET head under the bush.

So my question is: What is it about the mulch at the dollar flick that promotes mushroom growth?  I doubt we ever know, and it's surely not the popcorn grease.  Not even the mice are eating the discarded popcorn.