In September our neighbor cut down a tree that died a few years ago and has been threatening to topple over and block the road I walk every morning and afternoon (my guy reported it, in fact; no one else had noticed the threat.) When I walked past the pieces he was cutting up for firewood, I noticed the tree had been covered on one side with hundreds of mushrooms (they resemble turkey tails, but I'm not expert enough to be sure.)
Moss grows everywhere here, and sometimes it creates a little pocket pasture like this one, no bigger than the palm of your hand.
This tree is an old friend. It's the most beautiful one I see everyday, and has ferns sprouting from a slight hollow on the right side. In spring it's covered with honeysuckle vines. I always through the fence was built behind it until the other day, when I looked at it from another angle.
Whoever built the old fence stopped and restarted it on either side, which charms me. I'm not the only one who loves nature. :)
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