It is a phenomenal summer for mushrooms. Warm temperatures and near-daily rain have produced more fungi than I’ve ever seen.
These are not your white fairy-ring-in-the-lawn mushrooms. The woods are filled with a stunning display of colours, shapes and sizes — and each trip among the trees reveals new ones I hadn’t seen earlier.
Transform parched soil.
Now in damp stillness
Caps and stems
Dot the forest duff
Like tiny lights or parasols or stools for tired toads.
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.
I was about to despair for the mushrooms. Little snow last winter. A dry spring. Fitful spurts of rain.
But it was enough.
About to step over a rotting log I spied this dainty array of parasols below my boot. Neat and tidy, with clever stitching around the edge.
Fit for fairy or frog on a rainy day.