One day I went outside and saw mushrooms everywhere. Not only was the yard absolutely full of mushrooms, but they were all so different from each other. It’s like elves and fairies were celebrating there in the night before.
Some were large and off-white. Some were small and orange. Some were dark, dark brown, thin and tall. Some were white with an orange ring at their edge. Some were tiny and delicate, the size of a dime. Colony upon colony of each kind.
There was a huge 8 inch mushroom. There were colonies of bright yellow sprouts, just stems forming, of young mushrooms.
What is truly amazing is how quickly they sprung up just over night. It was breath-taking. How could they have grown so quickly and with such variety?
The neighbors didn’t have them – only us. They were in the front yard, and the back yard – everywhere. You could not take a single step without being toe to toe with another colony of mushrooms. They were simply beautiful. Some were actually burgundy. But, I liked best the small orange ones that looked like tiny marigolds.
Thank you for this miracle of abundance and absolute variety – as if they were evolving over night. Each was fine and delicate, almost like lace under their little domes. It was magnificent. Surely, we were visited that day and the evening before.