This afternoon I raked the gutter and median. There were at least five different types of fungi under the decomposing oak leaves. Drawing the orange tonged rake over them I released their spores to the wind and soil. Very solid, I thought, doing my part to clean and trim and propagate colonies (I would never know if they were edible as all mushrooms are mysterious neighbors and I remain certain that their semi-vegetative state lends them humanistic qualities.).
I am very pleased to announce that as of today, the second of December, I still have a dahlia blooming. It is large and lemony yellow. In addition to this, the japanese maple in my yard insists on having the last word: while all of the trees up and down my street have been void of foliage for at least a week, it still has the majority of its leaves—most of them blazing red, though some still a nice verdant green. My yard is downright lush for late fall.
Autumn is lingering and I am not protesting.
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