Overnight, very
whitely, discreetly,
very quietly
our toes, our noses
take hold on the loam
acquire the air....
(Excerpt from Sylvia Plath's
poem "Mushrooms)
Last week our ohana guests noticed a batch of very tiny white mushrooms on a tree trunk along the driveway near the forest side of our property. They took a photo of them growing along the east side of the tree trunk.
A couple days later, they all appeared to migrate over to the opposite side of the same tree trunk, but the new batch was a silver grey color. None of them measured even 1/2 inch, and most were much smaller.
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