Voyeurism?

photo by E.Z.

Something caught my eye.  A young woman and her child stood on my front lawn close to the road.  She seemed like she was coaxing the child to go along with her. A few minutes later I noticed they were still there and understood. The leaves on my tree are red and beautiful, at their peak. There are few trees that change to red in the fall where I live… mostly yellows, golds, and browns. She was taking her child’s picture among the gorgeous leaves. I peeked at her smoothing his hair, his hat, his little jacket. He kept running to her as she tried to get the perfect shot. I watched for a bit through my blinds at these sweet moments feeling like a voyeur. When I looked again, they were gone.  

What the Shiitake!

If you’re a mushroom junkie, that’s not original. Nor is “you’re a funghi.”  (Get it, fun guy…)  But these totally tickled my funny bone again and again.

photo by E. Zahn

Friends and I discovered by complete accident that Kennett Square, PA is the mushroom capital of the world AND supplies the United States with 65% of its mushrooms. We got mushroom fever and bought pounds and pounds to take home.  Hen of the Woods, Royal Trumpet, Lion’s Mane. 

So, do people living there eat more mushrooms than elsewhere? Love them?  Hate them? Are they healthier? Are they on mushroom diets that deserve studying? Or is it like many things, when something’s in your backyard, you drive by and hardly notice. Could that even possibly be true for Napa and Sonoma.  Cheers!