Monday, August 8, 2011

rain = mushrooms = happy jb

last summer, the alaskan rainfall was plentiful.  so much in fact, we had all sorts of fungi sprouting all over our property.  since then, jack has formed quite the obsession with mario's superpower.  (yes, i'm from the nintendo generation.)  throughout the long winter months, jack quizzed me on why no mushmooms, mama?  why come?  let's just go yook.  and, trudging out in our winter boots, we did, looking for mushrooms far and wide, high and low ('cause you know they grow off the birch trees, funny enough, and to jb's amazement) but to no avail.  i cannot say i was hoping for yet another rainy summer, but i did want to see the smile spread across my son's face when he found one peeking up from below.  

like i said in a previous post, we have had some rain.  like, as i type, i can hear it coming down, pounding the pavement, looking rather white (no, i'm not gonna say like snow) and once again, the mountains have disappeared.  we did see them early today, the ones back near the glacier, and i can report that there was indeed, pretty white snow gracing the peaks.  joy oh joy.  it's just around the corner.  

so last night after dinner, we threw on our sweatshirts and headed out to the tropical 50 degree weather in search of the great mushrooms.  after day 6 of rain, i knew there had to be something.  and my good ol' mama intuition proved right: 4 vibrant colored mushrooms, just waiting to be booted - because that's what you have to do with them, right cousin marky?!  that's at least what we did as kids.  ranted and raved about all the ruby red and speckled white mushrooms, then wound up and sent them sailing.  then of course if getting your sneakers all gnarly wasn't bad enough, we would lob them at each other, sending pieces of fungi into our hair and down the back of our sweatshirts.  the grand memories at my grandparent's home...  i smile thinking of my children's future; someone (likely jack) hysterical because they got nailed with a mushroom square in the face.  it's bound to happen when you mess with the fungi.  

   sliding down into the island.
 i feel like it was jb doing this just last week;
now the kid jumps down it!

 hi, boo.
 find #1

 #2
 the aftermath of the nike attack
 of course she got dirty.
 mama.  i.  see.  eyes.  in.  camera.
 YOOK!  MOOSE POOP!
 a lone sitka rose
 #3
 and aftermath #3
glorious!  love these kind!

 ridiculous girl.

 he can be sweet.
 although, he may have knocked her down after that hug, 
provoking this crack up...

 mama, i walking duey.
 nice.

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