But. They keep calling, singing their tiny siren's songs from the forest.
|A wee slime mold makes my heart flutter.|
Last year, I was greeting the Wee Ones. This year, they are greeting me. In droves. They are a clamorous bunch.
A wee Amanita muscaria,
always charming, but moreso in miniature.
|Tiny yellow cup fungi = love.|
|A wee mushroom with a ruddy cap.|
|Wee earthtongues, |
also known as fairy fans.
|Wee puffballs emerging.|
|A wee Russula, so adorable.|
|Wee coral fungi emerging from the duff.|
|Wee cup fungi on canid feces.|
Yes. I talk to them too (it's awkward).
|A trio of wee white mushrooms.|
|A green Russula grows an (extra) wee cap.|
|A wee black cup fungi nestled in the sphagnum. |
|A gratuitous wee mushroom. So many.|
|Another wee puff. Like Lady Moon. Yes.|
|A teeny-tiny umbrella mushroom. |
A leader among the Wee Ones, although not the smallest.
These mushrooms are generally shy,
but this one was remarkably amicable.
Wee Ones trump writing.
I can only hope the words stay with me until I get out from under their spell.