Jul 6, 2012 I, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt
After six motherfucking weeks of relentless rain and sodden skies there was the briefest of respites on July 6th. Despite ominous clouds we dared to tumble out of the house and into the woods for the first time since Easter to clear the congestion of modern living out of our lungs. (How deep did I breathe? With my mouth, palms and pussy against the humid, welcoming ground.)
We soaked in the luscious green of Dead Rabbit Woods, offered home-baked goods to the local dead, unexpectedly filled one of my magic wooden baskets with a fistful of chanterelles and the first fly agaric of the year, left pysanky (ritually decorated Ukrainian eggs) at a cairn for the ancient dead and crossed paths with an opportunistic fox attempting to outrun a pair of disgruntled kites.
See also: Unexpected Discovery & Larch Bolete