In one week, another 416mm of pounding rain fell, flooding the creeks and closing the roads, strewing logs and stacking beaver dams at fences and bridges and crossings that got in its way.
The skies cleared one evening and the moisture began to separate into creeks and clouds, as they should. It heralded the dawning of our one fine day… which just happened to coincide with our village Fair!
But the wet returned with soggy monotony, more of the driveway gravel came down the hill to visit … and even more fungi appeared, so large and so many that they were obvious even from a distance.
They popped in gold flushes out of palm tree stumps, in pale lilac ripples out of grass.
Parasols opened in pure white profusion while on the opposite side of beauty, two sole fat white drumsticks turned black and crusty overnight.
Daintiness returned with tiny white pinheads on an exposed dead root.
Mysterious red moss-like filaments on a long and alive casuarina root caught my eye… but is this fungi?