A Place Apart

A Place Apart

Mist rises from the clearing; fog swirls in from the hills, slowly drifting through the woods, winding around the cottage to enclose us in an enchanted shroud creating a barrier, however soft and permiable, from the world beyond these secluded walls.

Fleeting glimpses of vivid royal blue flash through the mist drawing me to rocky edges of the woods. Hidden in the midst of dried ferns and grasses, reached only by a precarious track through waist high goldenrod and brambles, Monkshood is blooming.

Nearly stepped into a lush clump of “British Soldiers” lichen and some small taupe mushrooms. Haven’t been able to identify the mushrooms yet. The Monkshood is very difficult to photograph. Once the logistical problems have been surmounted for some reason the camera does not pick up the lovely deep purple/blue color.










Reading today: The Secret Man: The Story of Watergate’s Deep Throat by Bob Woodward