The magical world of fungi! Underground fungal networks that connect all the trees. Breaking down the old so the new may prosper.
Puddles and mud. Chewing the cud. Down with a thud. Growth from a bud. Your friends are named Jud.
The non-stop July rains have done the mushroom population right. Everywhere you look bits of fungi rear there caps. Pushing up through layers of leafy carpet, the fruiting bodies of the largest organism in the forest are ready for there
Oh sweet summer time. The snows have been replaced by showers, while the puppy requires walks for hours. Installing staircases to the moon, with high up views that makes us swoon. Was it but just yesterday that winter weather took
Winter flicks off like a switch and the heat starts pounding. Like clock-work the plants poke their heads from the ground and reach for the sky. How many times has this same dance repeated? How many more times will it
The hope of spring lived in your breast, the promise of warmer days to come. Without warning, your flight did end, we did not see where from. You will be missed my little friend, your chirping days are done.
Up through the earth pushing into the light. Reaching skyward a colorful birth right. Inch by inch opening wide. Spring is coming, hold on for a ride.
The trees are coming into leafLike something almost being said;The recent buds relax and spread,Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born againAnd we grow old? No, they die too,Their yearly trick of looking newIs
In the swamp in secluded recesses, A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song. ~ Walt Witman