We have come inside. By winter solstice, hibernation should be on the agenda. But, until recently, our weather has been so mild that we have continued with outside play. This week, with short days, a little rain, a little bluster, some frost, and a lot of gray, we finally took up wintertime pursuits.
George is building a beautiful bookcase, I’m making a quilt, marking up the FEDCO seed catalog, and indulging in a frenzy of beekeeping research (what kind of hive, what kind of bees, how many hives, when to order …. I’m in heaven).
We had a sunny day right before Solstice and I set out to take some fungi and moss photos.
I grew up in New England’s woods and seemed to learn plant names by osmosis. But mushrooms, lichen, and mosses remained just that–mushrooms, lichen, and mosses–I never got any farther down the identification route.
Inspired by several fellow bloggers and determined to further my education, I found some lovely examples. But I’m still working on figuring out what they are. Unfortunately most of the online sites focus on edible fungi, so I’m still in the dark on most of these. I have been doing descriptive searches, such as “golden fungus surrounding branch” to no avail. Granted, I haven’t spent much time on this (too busy researching bees), but if I wait to identify them, I’ll never get this posted. I really need to get a book.
Things aren’t any better on the moss identification front. But I love their miniature landscapes.
After months without a fox sighting, this week George spotted this fellow sunning across the street.At first I thought he might be sick or dead, he was so still. But no, he just took advantage of a nice protected area to catch a little sun on a windy, raw day. Smart boy.
Aside from the one bright day, we have had low clouds or have been socked in with fog.
Gloomy outside, but oh-so-very cozy within. I appreciate the four distinct seasons here and the pendulum swing of winter solstice.
Zoe loves the winter. Happy holidays.