mushrooms and a perfect evening.

Stepping out from swim lessons with Owen the last few weeks we have stopped to admire the mushrooms popping up under the pines, under the red currents, all around in our wet wet ground. Is this really June? Why are we still wearing our winter coats and keeping our toes covered in socks and heavy shoes? June? Hello? Mushrooms, yes, so we have been counting them each day until yesterday when there were just "So many that Mom couldn't wait in the rain for me to count them all" (as Owen reported to Brian). So many mushrooms of at least three different varieties; we stopped by the library on the way home and asked the librarian for all of her books on mushrooms and headed home with two (only 2 with good pictures and a handful of ed emberley books that I had on hold, so excited). Owen immediately set down and flipped through the field guide, figuring out potential matches to the mushrooms we saw and has been engrossed in it since.