Sillyvalley was scoured clean again by another front and today, awestruck, we were witness to some kind of crazy glorious spectacle of snow-capped mountains atop the massive bowl of San Jose, all purple and crytallized behind the field outside the kitchen window, which is, for its part, cloaked in a riot of yellow mustard. I just didn’t know what to do with myself, standing there in the playground after school, staring at the immaculate horizon.
Then, as with all cold fronts, the sky started weeping. Under a rainbow we walked home and decided to hunt for mushrooms in the backyard under the oak canopy, savoring the last bit of afternoon light, regardless of the rain.
And what do you know? The rain stopped just long enough.
We gathered a handful of mushrooms, no idea what kind yet, just for something to draw or paint while I started a pot roast. I set a pan of opaque watercolors out on the table and gave a quick basidio-lesson and painting tutorial. They did all the rest.
Ford picked up a paintbrush:
And Chas got sleepy.
wow! did anyone ever tell you what a great mom you are?!
all that AND pot roast! xxx, mom
I’m impressed.
Well, I left out the part where I got so busy cooking at the stove that I looked over to find Chas asleep on the kitchen floor in front of the sink.
Yes, on the floor.
I can not wait until my baby is a kid and can have fun like this. We took our baby to the oakland museum fungus fair and he was not impressed…
now i have a hankering to go draw some mushrooms.
yup. babies and mushrooms are probably mutually disinterested in each other. better luck in 2-3 years