Friday, mental health day. Only one more essay to write (the value of literature) and a critique in ceramics class and I am finished with the semester. Turned in my final Statistics project on Wednesday. I am so done with that.
So, a walk in the woods up at Marty’s place, hunting mushrooms for fun, and the dogs to keep me from getting lost.
^This^ is what bear shit looks like after it’s been rained on a few times.
Lots of acorns underfoot, attracting the bears.
That would be Annabelle.
Handsome Hoolie, checking for squirrels.
A forest of ferns below the spring and beside the creek.
Mushrooms are everywhere.
The dogs know the way home.
Sometimes I think I have died and gone to heaven.