Ink Caps and Rose Hips
|
There are a few small ink caps on a front lawn down the road, their caps are turning black as they dissolve into inky slush and release their spores. On the same lawn there are clusters of one of those brownish toadstools
that I can never identify with confidence: honey fungus or fairy ring
champignon? A speckled wood flies at the patio windows. Four greenfinches feed on the large hips of the rugosa rose on the shrub bed by the Toys R Us car park in town.
|