Contemplative stitching.
It is Sunday and everything is moist and soft in the drizzle and rain of the past few days. I wake early and sit in the stillness to stitch. Simple stitching is restful, contemplative. Later, I’m keen to walk in the woods because I know that this is perfect weather for mushrooms. Veryan and I ramble with the dog in the humid forest and forage for chanterelles, bolets, hedgehogs and, even a few black trumpets. My basket is full. In the evening I head to the blueberry patch and fill the basket again with plump blueberries. The grand babies will love them.
My collecting basket is full of wild mushrooms.
Plump blueberries from my blueberry patch.
