This may surprise some of you but Vince doesn’t talk much. Maybe it’s because I never stop talking but we can drive all the way to Abilene and except for him saying yes, no, I don’t know . . to things I ask him, he hardly talks. I really make an effort to not talk so much but . . I still talk too much. When we’re in the car, sometimes he looks at me and I say “What?” and then I realize he’s wanting to tell me to be quiet for just a minute but he doesn’t want to say it.
Yesterday we went to town. Vince is so excited about growing his mushrooms. We left the house and drove all the way across town . . probably 15 miles or more . . and he barely stopped to catch his breath. I was trying not to laugh and I finally I busted out laughing. He wanted to know what was so funny. I told him “In the 24 years I’ve known you, I’ve never heard you talk so much! You haven’t stopped talking about mushrooms since we left the house!” He denied it. It made me so happy to see him enthusiastic about something. He’s gone to work, come home, did the things I needed him to do (garden, grass cutting, etc.) but he hasn’t had anything he’s passionate about. He has woodturning tools, carving tools, stained glass tools, beer making stuff, wine making stuff. He has all kinds of things he COULD do but nothing has reached out and grabbed him like our quilting, knitting, cooking does for us.
We laughed about his mushroom excitement but then this evening when I went out to take care of the chickens, I saw this growing.
It’s about 15″ across. It’s HUGE. I went back to the house and got Vince “Come see this!” He came out, looked at it and said “I wonder if it’s safe to eat.” I said . . anyone who would eat that nasty ham might as well eat a mushroom out of the yard!” He had me take a picture of it so he can send it to his mushroom guru and see what they say.
Just like the ham . . no matter what the mushroom guy says, I am NOT eating it.
Look at the picture. I think it’s so cool that there are chicken feathers by it.