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   chanterelle season, 2025
Wednesday, July 16 2025
I took 150 mg of pseudoephedrine this morning in hopes of getting back into the swing of things at work. But I quickly ran into an access issue that looks like it might be a bit of a nightmare to untangle, and that put me off my game. Then at lunch one of the guys started eating a boiled egg next to me, a torment I haven't endured in years.

When I got home, I took the dogs (both came) on a walk in the 90 degree heat up the Chamomile Headwaters Trail, where I expected to find chanterelles in a patch where I have harvested them in the past. Sure enough, there they were, and I managed to gather a substantial number in a plastic bread bag. (I had to be careful to shoo away several spiders that were lurking in them.) There's been lots of rain, so they were especially big and beefy.
Meanwhile Gretchen had gone out for dinner at Yum Yum in Woodstock with our friend Lynn. She came home while I was bathing in a tub full of luke-warm water. (Once I started feeling a little chilled, I ran the hot water for a while.)


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