shrouded

A cold, dank mist smothered Galway today. There were none of the usual markers of morning, noon and twilight, just a constant grey tone that collapsed suddenly to darkness in the evening. It was the kind of day that offered no incentive to venture outside, but the dog needed her walk, so in the afternoon…

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seasons of mists

In ‘To Autumn‘ Keats referred to this time of the year as the ‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’. The chilly days of autumn have descended. I’m wrapping up in a scarf and gloves for my daily morning walk with the dog. Yesterday, a mist invaded the woods, muting birdsong and muffling the weakening sun.…

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Autumn

I spotted this fine fellow on my way into the woods to walk my dog this morning. It’s a good example of Coprinus comatus, also known as the shaggy ink cap or the lawyer’s wig, among others. I usually refer to it as the shaggy ink cap (or, as I misspoke this morning upon my…

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