Monday, July 4, 2011

Wild mushrooms for breakfast

A handful of tiny black trumpet mushrooms gathered from Ellen and Michael's moss lawn became breakfast this morning, with local hen eggs, imported parmesan, and thyme from the garden.

And now we shall leave the ferns and tall trees, the quiet lake, the fireflies winking like Christmas lights in last night's dark woods, and return to Brooklyn for fireworks and a picnic on the roof.
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