At the risk of becoming tiresome to my readers, I have to post one more time about mushrooms.
Those out by Ruby the cow's field have grown massive. There is one that looks like it jumped out of a fairy tale, like elves might peek out from behind its stem if you look carefully, as if a tiny door might open and a little fairy come out to sweep her porch, as if a caterpillar might lounge on top smoking his hookah.
Here you can see how huge it is in relation to my son's hand.
And here is a new one that popped up.
What is it about that one spot that mushrooms like it so? There's a whole field but the mushrooms all grow in one little spot. There is only one mushroom in my whole yard. Also, it's interesting that Ruby doesn't eat them, as if she knows better.