Ruff

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door
From Sylvia Plath's poem: Mushrooms)

A less wild day and en route to collecting the Sunday papers I visited the cemetery again to check on the mushrooms. Still impressive but on their way out. I liked this fatty wearing a posh ruff like an Elizabethan. 

And there's a a new blog.  Himself's  back at it too!