Category: Redacting Rosslyn

Early in our Rosslyn adventure I struggled with how to share the story of our home and lifestyle reboot. As I mucked around, collecting and creating and curating content, I needed a temporary container until I could formulate a better plan. Rosslyn Redux was born. But it sprawled and grew unwieldy, so I met with book editors and agents to pick their brains. Dissatisfied with their advice (more marriage memoir than house/life rehab), I performed a live, one-man show instead. Because, why not?!?! I’d like to try that again. In the meantime I’m still exploring a project that eludes tidy explanation; still experimenting with unconventional, genre-bending storytelling; and still nurturing the sometimes flickering, sometimes flaring confidence that something meaningful and worthwhile will come of all this.

Although Redacting Rosslyn has evolved into a fourth theme, it’s really more of a meta look at our early choice to DIY this home rehab project, my subsequent choice to DIY this storytelling project, and all of the other bizarre developments that have fallen into place since I became as obsessed with how and why to tell a story in this digital age. It’s worth noting that the flavor profile for Redacting Rosslyn differs notably from Wanderlust to Houselust, Archeology of HomeRehab Ad Infinitum, and Houselust to Wonderlust. It leans more toward indie authors and artists, makers, and the sort of independent (and inevitably stubborn) DIYers who’d rather figure things out for themselves. Think of it as an afterward that so far has evaded completion…

  • Mystery Mushroom

    A mystery mushroom clump has sprouted in Rosslyn's back meadow.
    A mystery mushroom sprouted in Rosslyn’s meadow.

    It seems that rainy days always result in crops all of mystery mushrooms sprouting in our lawns. I remain a total mycology neophyte, though I own several detailed mushroom identification books and enjoy reading the descriptions. I remain totally ill-equipped to distinguish between delectable and deathly!

    I posted an image of this mushroom clump on several social media sites and received a couple of guesses including Chicken of the Woods. But I don’t think it’s a very close match.

    My wife has a cousin who visits us each summer, and if he were here I feel pretty confident that he’d be able to identify this mystery mushroom. But he’s not. And I can’t. Can you?

    Until it vanishes (another equally quick phenomenon, not unlike the way they appear overnight) I will simply ensure that Griffin does not snarf it up. He is forever trying to eat any mushrooms he can get his mouth on. We worry that one day he’ll manage to gobble up a magical mystery mushroom. Or worse!

    An illustrated guide to mushrooms. (Credit: houzz.com)
    An illustrated guide to mushrooms. (Credit: houzz.com)

    Although it would have made more sense to start last spring, I’ll make a mental note to begin recording the various different sorts of mushrooms I encounter on Rosslyn’s grounds. There a mammoth mystery mushroom sprouting from the side of the ancient maple tree in front of our house. Tourists stop and take pictures, often with a young child standing underneath. Unfortunately, the mushroom’s prodigious growth also spells the expiring tree’s demise, but that woeful tale for another day. For now, a promise to snap photos of any mystery mushrooms appearing in the near future.

    Until then, I’m hoping that a clever reader can help me identify the clump of mushrooms above. Are they edible? Are they poisonous? Thanks in advance for demystifying the fungusamungous…