I snuck out with my macro lens into the quite cool morning. There was a lot of dew about. It was a good time for abstracts.

I followed Don's laneway, peering into the underbrush. I was rewarded with a number of different shrooms. This might be a Bay-Brown Polypore [Polyporo (...)

The Grey Coral [ Clavulina cinerea] is related to the Cockscomb Coral. Both are considered edible. Yeah, sure. You first.

A close look at one of the ubiquitous rose hips. The Dew Hips, sounds like a band favoured by the CBC.

A baby Chickory flower beginning to open as the sun rises over the Mayo hills.

At the top of Don's lane, there is a small garden where he is growing some squash. He also has these hull-less oats growing there. He is quite proud o (...)

It isn't easy hosting a Mayo visit, you know. The girls were OK, as Donna would be arriving on the bus later that Friday afternoon, with Heather picki (...)

Benz was exhausted from chasing balls, herding cats, herding Don's tractor. Supper was a fantastic success. Kudos to the gals! Pauline and Geoff joine (...)

Well, she found the usual things - tractor, equipment, tools and body parts scattered about. Wait, what? BODY PARTS??? Sure enough, there was a foot. (...)

We re-grouped on Don's porch to relax and un-plan the day. Don began to whine about pulling logs out of his bush. Heather replied, "I'm outta here!" S (...)

Busted! Donna is the first to capture me at work in the wild, warts and all. [Image©2013 Donna Lapointe]

Here, I'm enjoying not being the photographer, thanks to Donna. Don is still whining about his bush log removal. We finally gave in and walked down to (...)

Back inside, Donna confected a great breakast. I was relegated to dishwasher all weekend, since I particpated only in the eating and not in the making (...)

The trail down to the river had been recently mowed and the river flowed placidly by. There were few bugs about. Don came down with the tractor. He de (...)

A behind-the-scene look at the Mayo soap-making operation. I had to nudge Heather out of the way as her boobs were encroaching on my lens and blocking (...)

A side view of Don's place. A job was waiting for me. The entrance to the basement was full of woody detritus from the bringing in of two cords of woo (...)

While Don and I succumbed to the power of the nap, Donna went walkabout with her camera. She felt pulled towards the tractor shed. The dark male den d (...)