Hidden Treasures of Late Summer

fungi 4 fungi 2I always feel like the terminator when I go out with the weed whacker at the cabin. My hubby wants the edges of the stream cleared, which makes sense because then we can see as well as hear it. But I hate to chop down anything that blooms. The little thistle with the bee; the single yellow flower, the goldenrod, the white fluffy one I don’t recognize. I love them all.

Last week, though, when I whacked away a large area of underbrush, I exposed some interesting fungi that I would not have otherwise seen. They were clustered beads about the size of the tip of my little finger and bright orange. When I viewed them from the side, I could see stems, but on the log, they looked like a pile of orange grapes. (I guess grapes have stems too…)
fungi 3I I accidentally hit some with the whacker and spattered my face which worried me a bit. Aren’t bright colors in nature like the poisonous frogs a warning? Not in this case evidently because I lived to tell the tale…

fungi 1This frill of fungi was on the backside of a fallen tree. Reminded me of tutus, but a lot of things remind me of tutus: the body of a white duck swaying over skinny legs comes to mind.

I also saw some puffballs with a dab of green.
I hate to see summer slip away, but isn’t the earth beautiful?
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