The Laundry Can Wait

I think so many times we miss things because we simply aren’t looking for them. We’re in a hurry, and we pass by the most interesting things because we’re focused on the task at hand or getting somewhere. Through photography, I’ve learned this past year that the most fascinating things are right under our nose if we take the time to notice them.

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.