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May 30, 2024

A Couple of Snapshots From The Farmhouse...

Pheasant Back Mushroom

It was much too nice to spend the entire day indoors. Now that the rains have passed, Handsome and I could finally mow the lawn together. (We nearly needed a baler to pick up the clippings!) I took my cell phone with me so I could take a few photographs while I was in the yard.

I'd noticed this beauty last week, so I was glad that it was still in our yard to be able to share it with you. This is an edible pheasant back mushroom. While it's perfectly edible, I'd much rather enjoy it in the yard. 

I've found others on the property since we moved here. The first time was in 2017, and I wrote about it HERE. There were multiples, they were much larger, and about five feet off the ground in the fence row north of the farmhouse. This singleton is about five inches off the ground, and growing on a tree in our yard. Both trees are dying, but still wearing some leaves. I'm glad we didn't have the heart to take this tree down so it could be the guardian of this beautiful mushroom.

Fence Line Irises

While I like to fancy myself a gardener, I guess my green thumb is limited to the raised gardens. As I'm unable to spend great periods of time on my knees, the idea of weeding is a painful prospect. That means all the gorgeous flowers around the farmhouse thrive in spite of me. These irises were planted by Shelly's family when they still lived here, and they're about three and a half to four feet tall. They're reaching for the sun through all the "weeds" and grass that have encroached on their once-meticulous beds.

I'm still looking for a teenager or two for hire who would like to help me weed the gardens, and hope someone can get here soon. I'll supervise to make sure they don't pull the "good stuff" like the men we had here a couple years ago. Too many of the plants I put in disappeared into the refuse pile when they were here. I won't make that mistake again.

The forecast is for more beautiful weather, so I think it may be time to bring the yard furniture up to the porch. It would be lovely to stitch outdoors when the sun is shining. Maybe I'll be able to do that later today.

I hope the sun shines brightly on your face, and the soft breezes kiss the flowers where you are today. See you again tomorrow.