One of the thousands of mushrooms that spring up in fall.
As I rode Sugar through the dripping mist for her morning drink it occurred to me that we have never been so responsible for a place as we are now. We've always been places that have already been made by someone else. We were able to alter, but never erase, their concept of the proper way to live. While Hedgewyck is not untouched (it was logged about 10 years ago) it is still essentially a blank canvas. What it becomes can only be a reflection of who we really are.
A fallen tree serves as food for these shelf fungi.