If you have followed me for any length of time you know I love taking pictures of mushrooms. Blog post Shroooooms! as just one example. But here's the strange part. This morning I took out the garbage and noticed that things had changed over night with my mushroom.
Not only had it opened, but it was dripping thick black . . . stuff.
It looked like oil.
The story doesn't end here. A few hours later I made another trip to the curb to bring my garbage can back in and found another change had occurred. Of course I had to grab my camera again.
Shrinking, rotting, lovely.
Imagine, I would have missed all this amazing nature if my bluebonnets had not been blooming.
And my dogwood! So nice to see it recovering after the years of drought and no blooms.
One last spring happy . . . my trumpet vine. And a little visitor if you look closely.
Love this time of year.