Here's what we were supposed to be doing:
Instead, we took off on a walk through the woods behind the house, hoping to find molly moochers (muggles, molly mashers, wild fish, or morels, depending on where you live).
Not too far into the woods, we passed an old rock pile, made back in the 1930's or earlier when this land (yes, hilly and steep as it is) was cleared to plant crops. You will find these rock piles all over the woods here, and early photos of the area show that until the 1960's much of this land was completely cleared for crops and grazing.
A small patch of wild mint (I've heard this called mountain mint) glows green amid old leaves.
The power of a strong wind can be seen in the way this tree was literally split from its trunk. It made a nice pile of firewood for us last winter.
Larry stalks the wild mushrooms...
.And instead finds a strong spring in the side of the hill...
that has created a meandering path down the side of the mountain.