Dog-Vomit Slime Mold

Found on my lawn. Delightful.

Indeed, initially I thought Bean had been sick, but on closer inspection (holding my breath, just in case) I realised it was something else. It's a new one on me. 

This really is a good year for fungi and molds: damp and warm. 

It was delivery day (see extra). I took boxes of produce to various friends and to the Food Bank this morning. 

Autumn has fled briefly. It is 26C outside, with a warm northerly wind blowing. Consequently the grass is dry and I have no excuse not to get the mower out. 

I'm bracing myself to get very sweaty. I know that once the lawn is cut, and then the rain arrives with a southerly change this evening, I will feel utterly saintly. 

No pain. No gain.

And so I pass another day focusing on being Here. Now. Happy. And I let the unbelievable goings on in the wider world wash over me. A clever trick which I seem to have perfected. For the time being at least.