Heartfelt

Heartfelt gratitude is what I feel. After a week of illness culminating in heart issues, I’m grateful. Thanks to wonderful doctors, nurses and other staff, Mom is resting comfortably. She is alert and aware of all that is happening to her and participating in decisions for her care. 

  She just finished a breakfast of oatmeal, stewed apples and bacon. Y’all know how she loves her breakfast. After praising the kitchen staff and profusely thanking her nurses she rests ready to face whatever comes next. Now we head down the road to recovery. I’ll keep y’all posted. 

It’s all fungi

New name for the blog?

This one has a shaggy beard. 

This big bruiser pushing through the leaves. It was the size of a hamburger bun. 

The pancakes are long lasting. 

I guess this is my new mushroom corner. The lighting has changed so much in our yard with tree loss. 

This is the new place to be if you are a mushroom. Oh, and apparently poison ivy. 

Amy’s cats. Brotherly love. 

Wow

Went to back my car out and BAM! Had to stop and take this picture. These don’t even look real. 

They are near my pancakes. 

Which are ever evolving. 

I am wondering if this is how they mature. This is close. 

Personal victory. My Wordle start word was it today!!!

The boys

Went to feed Amy’s boys. 

Yum yum. 

Went to the pool today. It was cool and refreshing. Saved a little toad. 

Go and live your life. Toads can swim but they can’t live exclusively in water. 

Art

But first… 

Big lap dog. 

Have been putting off seeing this exhibit at MMA. 

It was beautiful. It was about a man’s search for his great great grandfather. No one could tell him what happened to him. 

It turned out he had spent the final 4 decades of his life at the state insane asylum and Whitfield once it was built. 

The artist painted scenes from his life on small canvases ( 14” or so ) and then assembled them to make this panorama. 

I think it is so amazing how painters can create an image that looks so real with just a few brush strokes. These images are based on real photos from his family. 

Enjoyed it very much. It ends with the entrance to Rose Hill cemetery at Whitfield. 

What a difference another day makes.

Look at the delicate brown mushrooms today. How fleeting they are. 

Post biannual check up. Jan took Mom to Fagan’s farm stand. They were so sweet and pulled up a chair for her. Got us some good tomatoes!

What a difference a day makes

Remember this scene from yesterday?

Look what became of those tiny white buds. 

So delicate. 

And someone chose the cream for breakfast.