It is a beautiful sunny autumn day in The Wilderness. We decide to go
for Sunday lunch to a little restaurant overlooking the beach. On our way down
the drive we stop the car so that I can go into the woodland to see if my eyes
are playing tricks on me.
I am thinking “I have spent far too much time
designing fairies and it is obviously getting to me”.
But no, sure enough when
I get up close it is exactly as we thought - a giant fungi growing out of a
rotting tree stump. It is bright yellow and at least 16” in diameter and I
would guess 4” high.
A spectacular specimen the likes of which I have never
seen before. Crouching over it I stroked
its surface which was as soft as velvet but probably highly poisonous. Must
remember to wash my hands before we eat!!
I am amazed at the beauty of nature’s gifts.
We enjoy lunch, and of course a bottle of wine, feeding our eyes and ears
at the same time with the sounds of the ocean and the sight of a school of
dolphins playing in the surf.
Returning home and feeling rather sleepy I relax on the veranda for a
while in the late afternoon sunshine. Marcus has gone to the office and the
trio of dogs accompany him.
Feeling a little guilty at all this indulgence it maybe is time to be a
little productive. Leaving the door open I go inside to deal with some really
boring stuff like tax rules and regulations. Whilst deep in concentration and
correspondence with an online consultant, out of the corner of my eye I see
movement. As I turn around there is a visitor - Pete the Peacock. To explain, Pete is a wild peacock who walked onto our property on Boxing Day a few years ago and has turned up every day since for a dinner of sunflowers seeds.
Today he has decided he
has waited long enough for his supper and is coming into the house to investigate. I ignore him for fear of giving him a fright especially as the floor is very
slippery and he has chicken feet - not a good combination.
He walks around to the other side of the breakfast bar and barks at me.
Now for those of you who have never communicated in the language of “Poc”, it
is a very,very loud shrill noise. My house has a high ceiling which makes for
wonderful acoustics. It was so loud in the otherwise silent house that I almost
fell of my stool. Gloating on his newly found power he would not shut up until
I went to fetch his feed and lured him back outside.
It is probably safe to say that I now know where I am in the pecking
order, if you will excuse the pun.
Linda xxxx
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