Mushrooms

by

C. E. Chandler

There is a moment in time when light and moisture
are in perfect harmony, and the world becomes
a fairyland of Mushrooms. As if by magic they
push their way up, everywhere , no stone, no log
can stop them. What great and creative imagination
have gone into the molding of these funny little things.

As many shapes and sizes as there are stars in the sky,
and as many shades and hues. Tiny dots on stems so
delicate you can hardly see them, and some big enough
to sit on. Some are beautiful and graceful, others are
short and pudgy their caps sitting at odd angles.

You'll see some of the most beautiful hues in nature,
delicate pinks, many shades of brown, and some are
pure white. They grow on old stumps, among dead leaves
and fallen trees. The magic of nature, that these things
which have lived, may return to the earth,
to live again, and bring us pleasure.

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