The first thing I noticed when Raymond and I arrived at the Manse in the fading late-evening light on Thursday was: the mushrooms. Always something new at the Manse!
These have sprung up front and centre on our front lawn. Not coincidentally, they are atop the place where the remains of the trunk of the wonderful old maple tree that once graced the yard (in my childhood) lie buried. (Longtime readers will recall that Raymond and I had the sad stump ground up and covered over.) I guess that the combination of the remains of that trunk rotting and all the rain that we’ve had have created perfect conditions for an outbreak of mushrooms.
Which, I will point out, have been shown who’s boss today, thanks to our neighbour John, who keeps our lawn in tip-top shape, having arrived with his riding mower.
Somehow, though, I think those mushrooms are going to be coming back for a while.