Not mush room

Fungi, berries and autumn leaves provide limited choices for photography as the year morphs into the season of mists and mellow unfruitfulness. Suddenly outside is no longer the place to be and the prospect of a warm hearth appeals to those who don't have to undertake the chore of hauling in logs and cleaning out ash. I try to hold out on it until Hallowe'en.

This is a backblip posted with a bow towards the bereaved people of Thailand, whence came the cushion cover, a gift from my son who was there earlier this year. Let's hope the event will not have untoward consequences.