Ah! Glorious rain!
I arrived at the manor this morning to the patter of rain drops on the tin roof of the old mushroom house. It has a curved roof like an
The structure is eight feet wide by about thirty long, with two paths running the length at intervals of 1/3 of the width, allowing the two side beds to be picked and the central, wider bed to be harvested from either side. If you’re lucy, and the weather has been warm and damp, you can still find enough for a meal, flowering in the dark despite the lack of fresh manure of watering over the last thirty years.
Much of the rear of the mushroom house is a repository for junk and old bicycles. Harold cleared out one of the cellars last year and moved everything into here to be sorted out later. Later never arrived.
Hark! Is that thunder I hear? Time for me to go into town. It was so warm and sunny this morning that most people went without coat or umbrella. There should be plenty of petty misery today!
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*laughs* Petty misery does a good trade for Jasfoup, a bit like speeding for the coppers.
Loved the description of the house. That sounds so quaint.
Mushroom houses are rare these days.
We had a mushroom farm on the main highway here - the smell warned you that you were getting close.
For some reason I think it is something else now....the smell is gone.
However - I did have a fancier who owned a mushroom farm when I was young. He used to bring me large boxes of mushrooms and peer longingly into my eyes. Somehow I just couldn't see past the manure to what was growing underneath.....
Thank you - I needed that. It has been a miserable evening and you've made me smile.
I write to please :)
Aims! Fabulous!
All the mushrooms you could eat, eh?
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