Beau September 14th, 2007
The other morning was very misty, with the thick, floating kind of moisture in the air. The pond was almost hidden at times and the woodlands were ghostly. It was one of those quiet mornings when all is calm, and you feel the world’s work is far, far away.
The mushrooms have sprouted all over because of the rain. These are very small mushrooms, standing amidst the blades of grass… but what kind? I have no idea, but I like their shape and diminutive nature.