I see the mycelium as the Earth’s natural Internet, a consciousness with which we might be able to communicate. Through cross-species interfacing, we may one day exchange information with these sentient cellular networks. Because these externalized neurological nets sense any impression upon them, from footsteps to falling tree branches, they could relay enormous amounts of data regarding the movements of all organisms through the landscape.
~ Paul Stamets
While out for my walk in the chilly mist today I thought of all kinds of good topics for a blog post. As soon as I sat down to write, poof! The topics disappeared. It must be magic, the way that happens. My mind is better than any magician when it comes to making things disappear.
I spent most of my outdoor time in the woods this morning. Now that the leaves are down and the undergrowth seems to have disappeared (except for the thorny things, of course), there is a lot to be seen. Some of it good. Some of it not so good. I wonder about the birds using plastic to line a nest. I suppose it provides some waterproofing. Birds do appear to be opportunists.
This is a good time of year to pick up trash now that the plants have died back and exposed it. You would think with all the cleaning up we’ve done, there wouldn’t be much trash left to pick up. You would be wrong, I’m sorry to say. There is still plenty of cleaning up to do. Whoever trashed the place did a thorough job of it, and I suspect we’ll be picking up trash for at least a decade.
I was surprised to find mushrooms popping up all over the woods. I thought it might be too cold, but the woods are warmer than the open meadows and marshes so perhaps they’ll continue to pop up for a little while longer.
The tiny mushrooms pictured above (and in the first image) were growing in the middle of a deer trail, marching along as if showing the way.
I’m not sure how I noticed them, they are so small.
It’s Coors Light can season. I’m not sure how many we’ve picked up since we moved to the ranch. Far too many. They keep materializing after a good rain or a super high tide, coming up from under the pine needles in the forest or revealed in the marshes when the grasses die back.
We had a mouse in the house yesterday. It might still be in the house today, but I doubt it. The cats would be on alert if that were the case. I know it was here because Bella caught it, and proudly held her head up to me with the mouse’s tail sticking out the side of her mouth. Then she let it go so she could
torture play with it.
The problem with Bella is that she’s not the fastest cat in the house. Izzy is, and Izzy doesn’t play with her mice. She goes for the kill. Unfortunately, Bella would not let Izzy near the mouse. When Bella let it go, that was it. The mouse had found its freedom.
It hid in the sofa for a while, until M and I scared it out. Bella caught it again, ran down the hall with it, brought it back to the living room and let it go. Again. *sigh* I opened the patio doors enough that the mouse could save its own life by escaping during the next round of shaking up the sofa. I think it took the hint. If it was still here, I’d know by how the cats are acting. Their current nonchalance means it must have made the dash for freedom and succeeded.
Thank you for visiting today, and joining me on another ramble around the woods. I’m hoping the clouds will part for sunset. Sunset is at 4:43 PM. Is it me or has it been stuck at 4:43 for a while? Nope, it isn’t just me. I went back to look at a few old posts, and on December 1 it was at 4:43. On November 24 it was at 4:45 PM. Things must be slowing down a bit before the solstice.
I’ll meet you on the dock, if you’re willing to brave the chill and the damp. I’ll bring some hot tea to keep us warm, and maybe Mother Nature will reward us with a lovely sunset. If not, we can at least enjoy the tea and chat a bit.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
Today’s joys: Finding mushrooms and moss in the woods (we don’t have a lot of moss; I’m not sure why); the gentle mist softening the landscape; the Kingfisher chattering and swooping around the lagoon; celebrating three weeks of good, healthful living.
8 thoughts on “21. In the woods”
Dear Robin, What a wonderful quotation at the beginning 😉 Another underexplored idea. Your moss and mushroom photos are just lovely. We found an Osprey nest made with plastic bags this spring. A brood was raised in it over summer, and the plastic is still there, flapping in the breeze. We thought it an anomaly (and an unsightly one) but your nest photo proves it is is happening with other species and in other places. A shame you can’t turn in all of those aluminum cans for a few coins of profit. At the least they can be recycled… Best wishes on this cold, wet day- WG
It sounds like Bella created her own sunshine with that mouse yesterday!
I like the mushrooms growing even when it’s so cold.
I love your mushrooms and your rambling thoughts. I don’t think you need a topic, although I’m sure it does frustrate you to have one in your grasp and then lose it. Oh, I know that feeling all too well. Sorry you keep finding trash on the property. I really can’t understand people that throw trash anywhere and everywhere. They have no respect for the land, for nature. Oh well, some people just don’t, I guess. Happy December, Robin. 🙂
Perhaps I will join you tonight. I have spent the day in front of the computer or in my big chair, swaddled in my blanket, reading a book. The damp gray chill discourages me from venturing out, but a cup of tea with you would be good.
I enjoyed the way you highlighted the beauty in mushrooms with your photos.
I loved the second picture (another misty, gray day). They were all good, but that was my favorite.
I’ll come join you! I’m not afraid of the stinkin’ cold. Oh wait, that’s right, I lived in the snowbelt most of my life. The hubby and I are in the Smoky Mountains tonight and just got done with a night shoot in cold, damp weather. I’m cold and as usual, he is not. I got some nice shots though of Gatlinburg from a high vantage point!
Our cat Zoe loves anything that moves but she has no capture instinct at all. Just sits and watches. We get about a mouse per year. Once we had a squirrel inside. Broke everything it touched! Jane
Love the line “My mind is better than any magician when it comes to making things disappear” lol!! I have been through similar situations with my former cats and mice in the house. I swear two cats that I had years ago were playing volleyball with a mouse one of them had caught. I entered the room in time to see one of them “spike” the mouse down to the ground before the game continued!