Fragments From Floyd

So finally, I had a chance to go get a closer look at the hillside mushrooms. I'm pretty certain they are indeed chanterelles. I guess it's a statement about how out of touch with the season and my surroundings I am--I didn't even bother to crush and sniff these 'shrooms to see if I could detect the aroma of apricots that is one of the characteristics of this fungus. Alas, they were past eating stage by the time I got up close and personal, but there would have been a mess of them in their prime. I'll be watching for another overnight crop if we get some rain in the next few days.

Here's a Flickr image of one little cluster of the fungus in situ, on a very steep bank above Nameless Creek.

Also in images: I turned the pages back to August 2004 as I was fishing around this morning for a topic for the next Floyd Press piece that will print the first week of September. And what I discovered is that tomorrow marks the three year anniversary of Tsuga's life on Goose Creek. Can it possibly be three years? Is there anyone out there in the gravitational pull of Fragments who's been around since Buster was the Dog of the House? We swore we'd not get another dog when he died, and less than two months later, we were dog owners again. Or rather, Tsuga was a people-owner. You might enjoy taking a peek at the Pet Shots Gallery, sadly neglected after puppyhood passed.