We drove out to our mushrooming spot, where we found 30 pounds of funnel mushrooms last year, and stumped around a bit. Nothing yet. Talked to a muzzleloader with a big pickup and a big white beard, and he said shaggy manes should be out with the next good rain.
Annie and Earl came along, and Annie worked hard tangling her stretchy leash in every possible shrubbery.
Then we came to to more tomato servitude. To which I must now return.
And ALL the beets and carrots are sleeping in their bins of damp sand in the boiler room.