Reasons to be Cheerful

Last October, when I was bald and sick from chemo, I visited "Hill of the Fairies," Crockshee, and wrote about it here. 

On August 2, Lammas, I wanted to climb a mountain, as people do here on that holiday. The only hill I had a hope of getting up was Crockshee. It was a fairly shite day. 

I met this mushroom. I could smell it on the wind before I found it. 

Mostly, I was happy my hair is long enough to get messed up in the wind.