Mushroom picking

It was great staying in a caravan in the forest, though a little eerie.  At night you could hear the lonesome call of an owl.  We went foraging around a derelict church, gathering blackberries, where we disturbed a monkjack deer.  Down the lanes, I collected crab apples and some early sloes for sloe vodka.  I felt intune with all my forbears who have headed out into the late summer sun to gather what they can ahead of colder days.  On our last morning I took a walk across the fields and gathered mushrooms.  I have some sense about what I'm doing, I don't pick what I don't recognise, and mainly what I recognise are puffballs.  I felt exhilarated and so pleased to arrive back in suburbia with my crop.  I've gathered mushrooms before, but always chickened out when it came to eating them!  This time I sliced them finely, drizzled with olive oil and fresh basil.  They were so delicious!  None the less, I was convinced I would keel over, such is the power of folklore and our distance from nature.  I'm not sure if it was the mushrooms but I've been having the strangest dreams......

A fairytale inspired Folksy Friday

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Writing

I saw my beautiful Goddaughter whilst we were away.  Her sister is about to start school and has been bought her school uniform by her own Godmother, my good friend Else, who when she started school had the same honour bestowed on her by her Godmother.  It led me to thinking which time honoured tradition I would like to hand down to April.  I don't have a Godmother from whom to take my lead, but reflecting on life, I thought of my grandmother and the relationship we have had through letters.  She is now ninety nine and can still pen a beautifully crafted letter. 

I can't remember the last time I wrote a letter, but it is my intention to start writing again, with pen, on paper: to April, to friends and to my Grandma from whom I received my love of letter writing.

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