Wet, wet weather and just enough warmth still in the air to cause a whole new aspect of life to come forth and blossom … fungi.
This beauty unfurled out of the top of a palm stump that has sat there unadorned for two years.
Way down in the paddock, a smattering of white glimpsed from the house, demands investigation. Up close they are cinnamon coated narrow domes as babies, maturing to large cream umbrellas still carrying their cinnamon, as flakes.
Walking back up to the house level, a very large single white blob proves to be one that I know, the stunning parasol, Macrolepiota dolichaula.
Its pure delicacy and detail still amazes me, as does the charm of that faint toasted marshmallow blush on top.
On the soggy house lawn there are drifts of smaller lemony circlets that turn up their edges and flash their gills as they age.
I thank Nature for the unexpected flashes of fungi of whatever colour, size or quantity!