I’ve been journaling privately in recent weeks, but I’m still here. It’s this glorious, windy, sprinkling-out-of-a blue-sky type of day. I need to get out and do a number of Very Important Things, but as usual on a day off I am slow to get started.
I have actually already accomplished a number of things already. Last night I checked the traps before going to bed, and had caught mouse #12 since the beginning of Summer. She was larger than most of the others, and had just gone in the trap, I think, because she was high and dry (they usually pee eventually) and still very active. I felt her rustling around as I carried the little Havahart upstairs. It was too late to release her then, so she was the first one to spend the night in the Transit Pod (the plastic carry-cage). At least it was big enough for her to rummage a bit and hunker down in the crinkled-paper bedding. I had a little kibble and water in there, and placed the cage on top of a folded towel so it would reflect her body heat from below when she finally went to sleep.
And I went to sleep, and dreamt a recurring theme of remembering there was a room in my house that I hadn’t even been in yet. I was very excited about going up there, and somewhere along the way became lucid and realized that this was the recurring dream of the special unexplored room, not the actual waking occurrence of same. Still, good feelings and happiness.
Woke at 6:30 — still too dark to go out. Woke again around 8:00, got dressed, and conveyed a very sleepy and still curled-up-under-bedding mouse to a new location on the edge of a forest. I was just cruising around looking for a lonely place where I wouldn’t be observed, and I passed two enormous white things that looked like slightly deflated volleyballs. On the way back I investigated, looked them up on my phone, and they seem to be giant puffball mushrooms. I brought them home to show Karl. He’ll be really charged up about them. We have a mushroom-identifying application on our phones and would like to go on a hunt one of these days. Mycology is fun!
I’ll do some more investigating, cutting one up and so forth, and if they turn out to indeed be the type I think they are, I’m going to let them decompose and spread spores somewhere nearby where they can grow again next year. These are too far past prime to eat – they’ve already puffed, and become softish. Of course I would be extremely cautious about identifying and assessing a mushroom. But we could observe what happens if they procreate, and pick them earlier in the summer next time.
Just amazing!
And this morning when I first got up and went into the kitchen, I looked out the window and the whole meadow and driveway were populated with more robins and what I have just identified as Northern Flickers than I have ever seen in one place. It was after the night of rain, and the worms must have risen, because those birds were having a party!! The occasional sparrow would drop in for some feeding, too. It was glorious. I have two squirrels this year and they were VERY busy trying to figure out where they’d buried everything so far. But — Northern Flickers!! I have never seen them before last weekend when we were driving through New Jersey — at a rest stop a tree was full of them and as I walked under it all I could see were their speckled bellies. I wondered what in the world they might be. They must have followed me home.
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The noon bells are ringing in the white church steeple down at the street. I am so fortunate to hear them. In the months of waiting and anxiousness before we knew we were buying this house, I would hear them at Rose’s house and long, long to be here where I could hear them daily. Though I have no connection to the church, or to religion in general, it conveys a sense of place I have never had before. Lucky, lucky me. In these very uncertain times I make it a point to be consciously grateful.
In one last note — the house painting is progressing! Here’s what I see coming up the driveway now. Most of this is just primer, still, but it will be painted white.
LOVE.