Someone doesn’t think as highly of mushrooms as I do.
When I left at oh-dark (a little later than yesterday), I thought I might take a today-picture to go with this yesterday-picture, since mushrooms at this stage grow so quickly—a tidy example of change over about 24 hours.
However, I discovered that all the ’shroom stems and caps from this yard were piled in the street next to the curb, plucked from life and discarded.
So, the story turned out differently than I had…hypothesized….
19 July 2012 at 12:14 pm
Sherry says:
that is truely tragic!