It's that season again

Happy belated or upcoming birthday to
Theora
Hrafn
Teddywolf
Farwing
Equinoctial
Hauntmeister
Zzbottom

Fells

Mushrooms, lots of mushrooms, none of them saying moo. Yellow ones with freckles, flat white ones, orange ones with ridges around the edge, little brown ones. Wish I knew if any were edible.

*sproing*
*sproing*
*sproing*
which is the feel of walking on thick thick moss. Lots of different kinds of moss, too, some with those little pale flag-like things sticking up; extra sex bits?

Yay for climbing on rocks.

Views of Boston, views of water, the contrast of straight pine needles with ripples on the greenish water.

(Presumably) Arty photos being taken of a man wrapped/tied into a small brown outfit.

Beautiful wildflowers. A red dragonfly. Little grasshoppers hopping out of the way as we walked along the graveled path. A yellow flutterby.

Differing habits of mind. Photos. Books. Food. The occasional rhombus.

following breadcrumbs

I made too much challah for Sukkot. I didn't want it to sit around and become ex-food, so I decided to crumble it up, for bread puddings* and to have the beginnings of stuffing in the freezer (Sukkot leading to Thanksgiving, how appropriate). Which is a boring task (for those of us unenlightened by a food processor). Which is made considerably less boring by browsing friendsfriends, peeking into lives of people I don't know. Which is how I ended up laughing out loud, reading about luggage.

* Now in the oven: double chocolate bread pudding and onion-cheese bread pudding (sauteed onions and garlic, scallions, chives, feta, cheddar, sage, thyme, and just a little lavender. Oh, plus bread, eggs, and milk.).