Late autumn we had some rain and some warmth. A little grouping of mushrooms grew. While I would never eat a wild mushroom – I thought I’d capture them on film. But alas I was too late as their ‘…came a chilling frost…’ and they had chilled, turned black and apparently exploded. It looked like ash. I would not have know it was them except a week or two earlier the same thing had happened in my son’s yard. Only he ‘decapitated’ his mushrooms with a lawn mower and witness the ‘poof’.
Late autumn we had some rain and some warmth. A little grouping of mushrooms grew. While I would never eat a wild mushroom – I thought I’d capture them on film. But alas I was too late as their ‘…came a chilling frost…’ and they had chilled, turned black and apparently exploded. It looked like ash. I would not have know it was them except a week or two earlier the same thing had happened in my son’s yard. Only he ‘decapitated’ his mushrooms with a lawn mower and witness the ‘poof’.
Poor lily pads. Of to sleep until spring…