The roll of golden oysters has started reaching for the sky – I believe that means it’s finished with the paper and ready to move on to something else. The rolls have now been moved to the downstairs refrigerator for their chilling period, to stimulate fruiting.
I am obscurely proud of my refrigerator filled with toilet paper, grain spawn, whole-grain flours, 5-min Artisan bread dough and some extremely old pineapple-sage infused honey I was going to give as Christmas presents but never got around to packaging. Permie-geek cred? Way in the corner there are a few cans of pop left, its ostensible purpose.