The rain stopped. The sun came out. The puddles dried up. So I went out and picked the mushroom from yesterday's photo, and brought it in to Laurie, sitting in the shade, watching new leaves dance in the wind.
Looks tasty. Smells good, too.
The gills have the colour and texture of dried apple slices.
Just another unintended resident in the hospital garden. And there's a whole patch of them, coming along nicely.