Another rainy day… the horses went out quite happily into the damp. Hooray for Irish horses (and one tough Quarter Horse)!
Michael’s visit was short, but fun. We had a delicious breakfast of Rebecca’s eggs to start the day, and to give him energy for another long drive. Michael taught me to make better coffee – I had never heard of crema, which indicates quality, fresh ground coffee, but now I know how to appreciate it. Before long, it was time to go. We had errands to run on the way to lunch with an old school friend, and Michael had to hit I-64, which will take him all the way to Virginia (yes, Virginia, en route to Boston!).
Michael shows off his Popeye arm 
Michael on the way out the door 
Michael with his “new ” car, destined to stay in Boston 
Bye, Michael!
We returned home, and the day was still wet. On the way into our driveway, we saw Jane’s Gus keeping watch.
Gus 
Autumnal driveway
Harry needed a rest, and the dogs were happy to help him with that job.
Harry checks his phone… 
Harry rests
Even after Harry got up and went to work in the studio, the dogs stayed on the job of resting.
There appeared a “fairy ring” of mushrooms around the pine tree outside the back door. I think that might not bode well for the tree, but it is an interesting sight.
While I was taking a picture of mushrooms, a big orange cat walked by – Tom Morris.
Tom Morris wants us to turn off the rain
Still not many birds about, but with a break in the rain we did have a few doves. They are not exciting birds, but pleasant.
Stay safe, stay well. Peace.
From this angle, the mushrooms looked like boletus, which are prime edibles. Do you do any mushrooming ?
We do pick morels and chanterelles, Catherine. I’m not all that confident about other types, though my friend, Dorothy, is an expert, so we eat wild mushrooms that she finds (Hen Of The Woods, for instance, not something I would trust myself to identify!). Another friend, Melissa, is a great one for mushrooming. Are you and Russell mushroomers? My mother was a city girl, and instilled a fear of poisonous mushrooms when we moved to the Missouri countryside, when I was a child.