Mushroom Walk!

It looks gloomy out, but that didn't stop me from getting out this morning.

Coming back from my jog I spotted all sorts of little mushrooms popping out of the mulch... they seem to delight in all this damp weather, and therefore I found some delight as well! I went on an impromptu, self-proclaimed mushroom walk.

Lots of little weenie ones popping up...

 and a couple of alien looking ones here...

 another unusual looking pair, with a third pushing through soon, too...

A classic...

No matter how dreary out it is, you will always feel better getting out if just for a moment or two.

The first step is always the hardest to take, but you can make yourself take the first step in whatever you need to conquer in your life!

Here is an appropriate poem by Sylvia Plath, called Mushrooms:

Overnight, very whitely, discreetly,very quietly
Our toes, our noses take hold on the loam,acquire the air.
Nobody sees us, stops us, betrays us; the small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on heaving the needles,the leafy bedding, even the paving.

Our hammers, our rams, earless and eyeless,perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,shoulder through holes. 

We diet on water,on crumbs of shadow,bland-mannered, asking little or nothing. 

So many of us! So many of us! 

We are shelves, we are tables, we are meek, we are edible,
Nudgers and shovers in spite of ourselves. Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning inherit the earth. Our foot's in the door.

I am a Putnamaniac because I take that first step every day and enjoy such things as mushroom walks!