Please Don't Eat the Toadstools
This a toadstool tour of my early morning walks. Some are actually pretty...and some are downright ugly. And no, I don't know the names of these things.
Yes, it is alive.
posted by Nankin at 8:46 AM
Saturday, August 30, 2008
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- Name: Nankin
- Location: McKinney, Texas, United States
My last day after 37 years and 9 months was 12/31/11. I am so enjoying not dragging my butt out of bed at 5:30 in the morning; not having ravenous alligators stacked at my door snarling for their pound of flesh;not dealing with all the people with their hands out saying, "Gimmie." I'd like to publish some of my writing and I'm contemplating the possibility of becoming a freelance copy editor. I'm married and have a grown son and daughter. They have blessed me with a grandson and a grandaughter. I'm a native Californian who got lost and wound up in Illinos, then migrated south to Texas. Hallelujah!
2 Comments:
The one that "is alive" I wouldn't mess with. In fact, that's about as close as I would get.
Not that I'm a great mushroom/toadstool student. Morels and shaggy manes are about all I'll feel comfortable picking.
That's interesting. I've never seen the "alive" one before.
--Deb
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