Today was one of those days where only the purity of nature could rescue my mood. When my mind dwells on dark thoughts, going for a hike forces me to be aware and alert to beauty and peace. How grateful I am to be able to walk out my door and follow a path into the woods of my own backyard!
This stump beckoned me to just sit and listen awhile.
Then I got out my High Spirits pocket flute and let my experience of place direct my fingers to a melody.
Taking some deep breaths, I looked back on the trail I had come up,
then ahead to where I might find mushrooms for dyeing. It rained some days ago and fall is a good time to find fungi.
Still enchanting colors and shapes, in this "dead" season.
And nourishing moisture awaiting some small, forest creature.
Towards the top of the hill, the forest gets denser and wetter. Perhaps this is where I should really start paying attention for mushrooms...
My fingers freezing and my backpack full, I stopped gathering 'shrooms and continued the hike to a sacred place just off our property we think of as The Manzanita Grove.
Marveled at the beauty, did a little meditation, played a flute song, and headed back home.
View to the southwest.
The hike back down brought interesting finds, too.
Ended my hike with a smile: This scene brought to mind, " You have to be this tall to be a Christmas tree."
And now I have eight different mushrooms to experiment with!
After the rain, it is such a treat to hike our property in search of stunning views and forest bounty. Colors and dyestuffs!
Mushrooms! Mycopigments! ~dyeing to use them :-}
Good thing I brought my collecting bag along.
Fuzzy, bluish-grey ones. Haven't found these before. Wonder what color I will get...
What are you doing up here? Sherpa is surprised to see me anywhere but where I throw hay for him, down the hill, near the house.
A last view before I go back inside to get warm by the woodstove and sort through my bag of treasures.
With the last storm done, I wanted to hike back up our property to see if there were more wildflowers than last time.
There were lots of shooting stars, which I had seen a few of last hike.
And the manzanita has bloomed.
Only a few more flowers had celebrated the rain.
I came around a tree and was startled by this lounge lizard. He was neither disturbed nor impressed by my presence, just wanted to revel in the sun.
The best surprise was found beside rotting logs...
I believe they are Cortinarius cinnamomeus, commonly called the Orange-gilled Cort, which I learned from a great mushroom dye website: mycopigments.com. They are simmering in the crock pot, waiting for my next skein of yarn...
Sunday was one of those days I needed to be in Nature. I went for a hike in our backwoods. Not having had rain for quite awhile, I wanted to see if any wildflowers had bloomed yet.
Natural sculpture. Wonderful, inspirational shapes.
At first, I had to look hard among the leaves and pine needles for hints of green. Gradually, I began to see buds and then bloomed flowers. Spring is emerging!
Further up the trail, I hiked a little cross-county, and came upon a different find.
Decided not to stay too long here...
Even the decaying plants are beautiful.
And the lichen.
On the way back down, I visited the "gnome tree." Imagination creates all kinds of stories about this tree.
Nature always puts life in perspective for me. How fortunate I am to be able to hike like this in my own backyard! I came back with renewed energy and smiling spirit. The special smell of spring is in the air. And rain is coming, which means mushrooms for dyeing, and more wildflowers. I'll be back up soon...