lovely beginnings of cinder conk were growing on a scrawny birch. only took a pinch. hoping to milk this one for a long time to come. due to the mild weather, some velvet shanks had also sprouted in the usual tree stump, but they were too small to bother with, except i snacked on the raw caps a little bit. even after my quarter of a century of roaming these woods, that kind of thing still makes me feel like alice in wonderland, sort of.
this caught my eye in the garden, a sprinkling of stars almost, on a dead aspen branch. the pattern is both random and structured, and this is something i want to take inspiration from, translate it somehow onto something useful.
the fallen tree i mentioned in my previous post turned out to be one of 'the three ladies', as i used to call this trio of birches, that grew fused together at the base, when i was a child. quite sad. i suppose the remaining two ought to be cut down before they fall, too. i'd love to leave the trunks as tall as i am, more or less, and see what mushrooms might grow on them. there already was interesting mycelia in the rotting wood, like these blue veins.
