For us, it's a slower time of year. The woodlands are clothed in a heavy cloak of warmth. The forest floor is dry and crackly. We're anxiously awaiting a summer rain to bring forth the fungi that we know are cocooned in the duff until moisture awakens the mycellium. Sometimes the 4th of July startles the land with a heavy dousing of rain; sometimes the rains come on my birthday later in July. But, not this year. As always, the life-bestowing rains will come when it suits them.
In the meantime, the all-encompassing blanket of fog that has settled into Port Orford now and then over the past several weeks gave us hope that we'll soon find the first of the lobster mushrooms. And, on the 4th of July we found our first lobster, nestled in amongst the invasive Scotch Broom on the edge of the newly dedicated Joanne Ruoff Memorial Nature Trail.