The morning was cloudy and cool, but above freezing. I went down to the museum woods to collect fallen fir branches for my Christmas decorations. It's only a block away, but by the time I got there, it was raining, and I tramped along the gloomy trails, watching my step on the slippery bigleaf maple leaves gently blending into the mud. And then, — a light on the side; a big patch of glistening yellow witches butter! I went back to get my camera, rain or no rain.
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| Witches butter, with rainy streaks, growing like a shelf mushroom on a fallen log. Douglasfir needle shows the size. |
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| Farther down the same log. |
And there has been almost no wind, but along the edge of the woods, I collected a big armload of fallen branches. My entry-way smells like an evergreen forest now.
Thank you.
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