Mushrooms sprout like Bedouin tents
in the cool of an autumn night
in varied colors, in varied shapes
much to a fairy’s delight.
Under the dome of their mushroom home
held aloft by one sturdy pole
fairies lounge and rest their heads
lulled to sleep by a hooting owl.
When dawn comes, e’re the sun is up
fairies bathe in the misty light
and drink off the dew fresh on the grass
whose sweetness revives the sleepy sprites.
As winter chill comes marching on
and leaves at last rest on the ground
mushrooms fold and soon disappear
along with its nomadic crowd.
I have been quite fascinated by mushrooms lately. I have spent a good part of summer and even fall looking for and photographing mushrooms. I have seen quite a lot of variety dotting the forest floor, growing on decaying logs, sprouting in our yard. I was so fascinated by them that I bought a Mushroom Field Guide hoping that I would be able to know enough about them that I could distinguish the edible from the poisonous kinds. Unfortunately, I learned, too, that mushrooms cannot be identified just by their looks alone. Several varieties look so much alike that in order to properly identify them, one has to examine a mushroom down to the molecular level.
That dampened my interest a bit but not so much as to completely prevent me from taking copious amounts of pictures. The photos here are of some of my interesting finds (and those that registered reasonably well). Light in the forest floor was often not good for taking pictures.
I have found all of the above mushrooms in Gertrude Boyden Wildlife Refuge. While the tiny mushroom below came from Assonet Freetown State Park. It was the tiniest mushroom I ever found and the one that started my mushroom frenzy.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Needs to have to M’s in the word (I think “Mushrooms” make it and I am glad to join Cee’s challenge when I can.