Earth-soaking rains
Transform parched soil.
Now in damp stillness
Caps and stems
Emerge
erupt
pop up
Dot the forest duff
Like tiny lights or parasols or stools for tired toads.
Mushroom mania.
Orange puffballs growing on rotting wood
While many mushrooms favour forest litter, some are happy amid the grass.
Different species often grow side-by-side.
A family grouping.
Seen from underneath ordinary mushrooms show amazing beauty.
Tight growing quarters.
These tiny mushrooms are barely an inch tall. This patch contained hundreds of them.
Found this solitary fungus as it caught the sun’s dying light.
What a magnificent set of photos here Sally! It’s amazing how that rain has bought these beauties forth from the forest floor.
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Thanks, Pete … and more to come I’m sure, especially on the rotting logs. A great to be on the hunt. 🙂
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I will look forward to more great photos after a successful hunt 🙂
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🙂
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Mania met many mushrooms.
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Fun-loving fungi free-for-all 🙂
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I love your poem, Sally. Your mushroom photos are beautiful. I went looking for mushrooms for the first time last week and am feeling the “mushroom mania” myself : )
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Good hunting! I was out again this aft and found more … love it when the woods are so bountiful. Hope to see some of yours. 🙂
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Wonderful poem and photos!
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Thanks, Curious … the words seemed to flow from the photos. 🙂
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