Saturday morning, I was doing laundry when I stopped and glanced out our patio doors and spied some really large mushrooms in the backyard. Hubby had knocked them down once, and they came back with a vengeance. I almost kept walking, but then I noticed they were covered in dew, and the sun was sparkling off their round caps. They seemed to have a brownish cast to them, and I was intrigued. I wandered out into the wet grass in my flip flops and pajamas and took a closer look. They were magnificent. The sunlight was just right, so I ran inside and grabbed my camera. I’m glad I did.
Their shapes and colors were beautiful.
I loved the crispness of their gills. And the glittery dots of dew on top were as if they were sweating melted copper.
They reminded me of crème Brule.
I loved the way this single dew drop teetered on the edge.
The edge of the caps had these interesting little beads on them.
And as I lay on a towel in the wet grass and gazed through the lens I kept imagining a little leprechaun climbing on top of a mushroom and washing his face in the morning dew.
I got way behind on my laundry, but goodness gracious think of what I would have missed if I hadn’t taken the time to look among the blades of grass. For that, my dirty socks can wait.