It rained last night, and this afternoon on our way home from school, Kieran and I stopped, as we nearly always do, in the lovely Lakeside Garden. Everything was still wet from the rains, and Kieran immediately spotted some mushrooms with his sharp young eyes. For an hour, as the setting sun pulled the light out of the park, we went everywhere, peering closely at the ground seeking more mushrooms. We found plenty of them, some already out and open, like little umbrellas, others still just nudging their way out of the grass or fallen leaves.
We also found a few crust fungi growing on the bark of trees.
These ephemeral structures rise like ghosts right after the rain and won’t be around very long. We felt lucky to find so many.
Overnight rain spangled the world with tiny silver droplets.
Water collected in fallen leaves, like this lovely Magnolia.
In the crepuscule of the palmetum, pale mushrooms glowed like ghosts.
Fungus.
A tiny mushroom growing from a leaf.
Steven E. F. Brown 