Monday, September 10, 2007
Warm days and cool, moist nights are coming to the forest. The mushrooms are changing. Summer finds are disappearing--the chanterelles, oysters, and boletes. The transition brings the bear tooth mushrooms and the chicken mushrooms pictured above. We had some with our sauteed chicken. Delicious!
My wife and I were sitting on our cabin front porch reading in the company of the forest yesterday, and I realized how rare a moment it was. When I was teenager, my family went on two-week vacations to the shore. There was so much time to sit and listen to the huge voice of the ocean and get lost in the pages of the latest novel. I understand now that it was a time of opening, both to my own thoughts and those of the authors I read.
I suppose that's why I write more than any other reason. I want to do for other people what those quiet summer days did for me.