Two suburbanite boomers throw caution to the wind, postpone retirement, and move to a farm in Indiana. There they intend to live happily ever after.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Look, Quick ...
Did you see a white bird on the tree trunk at first glance? So did I!
It's yet another kind of mushroom, though, growing back in the woods behind the house. I think it's gorgeous. Here's a closeup:
And a view from beneath the "wings":
I hope you guys like mushrooms as much as I do, because I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of them. The variety, the colors, the architectural quality ... I find them exquisite. Add to that their ephemeral nature and the fact that most of them are made of poison, and then you tell me what beats a 'shroom for an intriguing subject.