3 thoughts on “Goldenrod Glows in Fall Fields

    1. My late husband used to like mushrooms, and especially the huge basket-ball size puff ball mushrooms. He assured me that he knew which were edible and which were not…but I declined to sample them. He was a fire-fighter, and something of a dare devil.
      Once my oldest granddaughter, about five at the time, fell forward into some hot coals they were using to toast marshmallos…it has become one of the family tales… Bob grabbed her and ran for the water spigot, someone turned on the water outside, and he accomplished the deed so quickly that she did not even have any burns on her hands.


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