Thursday, November 29, 2018

Ground cover, after the rains

Crossing an unused picnic area at Oyster Bay, I almost stepped on the remains of a mushroom, bedded on soaked leaves.

Red alder and cottonwood leaves, half a gilled mushroom. I couldn't find the stalk.

Directly under the cottonwood trees, walking on their dropped leaves released a sweet, fruity aroma, with overtones of cinnamon. I had to stop and just breathe.

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