fredag, oktober 17, 2014

Höst i Östergötland

 Det finns massor med svamp under grangrenarna, långt in under träden. Det är vasst, blött och lite ansträngande och alldeles ljuvligt.
 Svampletare.
 Den här plockade vi inte.
 Syrran och jag rensar all svamp. (Fast den delen som jag inte hann, rensade mamma dagen efter, för det är lite extra synd om mig som inte helt tål att äta svampen, utan får ge bort den).
De här svamparna hittade jag (och lämnade kvar) när jag var ute och letade efter fyra halvförsvunna barn: "vi går ut i hagen" (gigantisk, fylld med diverse kor och mörker och barr). Fyra barn, ingen hade med sig telefon. Det var som förr i tiden.


Daph, they're changing the plumbing in our building this fall, so we've been visiting my parents' house several weekends, picking mushrooms (only edible ones) and walking in the forest. This is the same forest I lived nearby when we first started writing each other. The kids had visitors one day and they all went in there to play the Hunger Games. We had to go look for them and once they'd been found, not by me, I was suddenly all alone in a forest filled with mysterious sounds. Seriously, there was something walking in there, and it was most probably cows, but I didn't stay to find out - I walked/ran/jumped (it's a bit swampy) back to the house. I don't know about you, but after Twin Peaks and Criminal Minds, I don't really like being alone in the woods. And I didn't even think about Witch Blair. It's possible I'm never going back now.

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