Pretty fungus among you. I have not seen anything this year. Might be too dry. Once the sun hits any fungus that pops through the soil, it gets fried. Sad because some of the fungus has beautiful shapes and colors.
I hate to be the first one to tell you this, but dry hot weather is not too good for us human mushrooms, either! Not looking forward the heatwave heading for Arizona.
My grandmother used to tell me that mushrooms grow where trees used to be. There were mushrooms growing along the driveway where she lived (most of her entire life) & she told me that when she was a little girl, there were trees growing there but they had been chopped down in her early adulthood. Now mushrooms popped up every spring, ghosts of the trees that used to be there. I always liked the idea that mushrooms where ghosts of former trees.
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Pretty fungus among you. I have not seen anything this year. Might be too dry. Once the sun hits any fungus that pops through the soil, it gets fried. Sad because some of the fungus has beautiful shapes and colors.
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There is something about arid dryness and hot sun that’s tough on shrooms and other fungi.
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I was captivated with all the shapes. Award winning moment. Thanks
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Very glad you enjoyed! 😀🍄
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I hate to be the first one to tell you this, but dry hot weather is not too good for us human mushrooms, either! Not looking forward the heatwave heading for Arizona.
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I lived for 5 years in Tucson and remember the heat! Be careful and try to stay cool.
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Reblogged this on Time Traveler on the road of Life.
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I think the hippies might be interested in those.
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😂😂🍄 Shrooms for all!! Thanks!
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Ha haha! That rhymes. Nice.
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Glad you enjoyed! 😀🍄
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My grandmother used to tell me that mushrooms grow where trees used to be. There were mushrooms growing along the driveway where she lived (most of her entire life) & she told me that when she was a little girl, there were trees growing there but they had been chopped down in her early adulthood. Now mushrooms popped up every spring, ghosts of the trees that used to be there. I always liked the idea that mushrooms where ghosts of former trees.
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What a marvelous and touching story. And such a tribute to your grandmother. I’ll look at mushrooms in a different light now! Thanks you for sharing.
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