A spell of rain, summer heat, and we have steamy weather that signals to fungi to explode.
The first day of sun I walked up the track, feeling sure I’d see some new fungi.
Less than I’d expected, but spectacular enough, for low down on the burnt-black trunks of many of the stringybarks were intense dustings of orange dots.
Moving nearer, I was reminded of the dense colonies of tiny bivalve shells I have seen stuck to rocks on marine rock platforms.
As the individuals were so tiny, I had to go up really close to see their fungi features.
Several sunny days and one wild thunderstorm later, not a dot of orange is to be seen. Talk about living for the moment!