A Fecund Season

Strange fecund autumn here…curiously warm and definitely wet. The fantails are doing their fluttery mating dance in the trees around my abode, my lawn has fairy-rings of mushrooms. My neighbor says these mushrooms are edible. “Okay, you try them,” I said. I love the idea of eating mushrooms from my own garden, but I’d rather hear this from, say, a mycologist.

50,000 words on the novel, and I've ponied up for my Readers and Writers festival tickets.