Lost
Thousands of bloggers across the Northern Hemisphere are pressing a cup of coffee to their breast as they record their seasonal reflections and I am stepping up to join their illustrious ranks. October, flame spout of color and summer's glorious end, electrifies the senses. Summer had its light times as well as its dark but we are transitioning now to something else. This is the time of year where man and beast alike root around the forest floor collecting their bounty and to go more than two weeks without being offered foraged mushrooms by a friend is highly irregular. In the Pacific Northwest, our unusually dry fall has come to a muddy end as we near Samhain. The blue, wind-whipped skies with jellyfish clouds slowly give way to a domineering grey, but the weather each day is still anyone's guess. The fierce weekend winds which blew the crisp brown leaves off the trees have died down to a gentle, persistent rain as I write this. Every weekend this month feels precious. I feel...