The end of gardening season allows me extra time to walk with Zeke. This past week, I made it down to the river after a couple of weeks (months?!?) of not having the luxury of long walks.

Early morning light now comes at mid-morning!

Lichen clothes boulders in lacy finery.

After a very wet summer, drought now looms and the river runs low.

A stump where I found oyster mushrooms last year had them again, but they looked old.

I went traipsing through the underbrush just to check, and found my reward!

Oysters have a floral smell that reminds me of lavender.

Wild mushroom omelette! It fueled our fishing trip.