We did a walk out to the back forty today which was more like a slow meandering stroll because of the time it took to take some pictures. The back forty has sprouted a plethora of mushrooms after the last couple of days of wetness. So without further ado here are a few pictures of my mushroom patch.
I have to tell you that this next picture was of a some mushrooms that were growing in just the coolest bunch. I quickly took this picture and was just getting into position to take one in a better light which would show off the coolness that comes from the ability of fungi knowing when and how to grow and knowing how to take advantage of all that moisture, and probably bear shit, when along comes Thing One and trots over all of them leaving it in a pile of useless detritus. Let me tell you old Iron Bess swore like a pirate locked in a pit of coal miners listening to country music. Plus I was sad too. So you are stuck having to look at something not quite as amazing as it really was.
And here at the Old Shoes and Tea Society we also thought that adding a picture of Iron Bess and one of the Poop Brigade would be appropriate to finish off the gallery of shrooms.