Down at the beach, the snapdragons are holding their own as summer wanes. I assume that these are long-ago escapees from my great-grandmother’s garden, but maybe not. They do not tell.
I think of the mushrooms that look salted like pretzels as Amanitas, and maybe this is the infamous poisonous Amanita muscaria. I did not pick it and I will not eat it.
That’s it for today’s botanical tour.