In Which Nature Gets Weird On Us

Check this out:

El Husbando found it in the bushes bordering the yard.

It it not, as he first thought, an errant volleyball.  Nor is it, as I first thought, a bleached out pool toy.  Or a bit of the moon.

It is a mushroom.

A huge, pock-marked mushroom the size of a real life volleyball.

And it has friends:

They're everywhere.




p.s. The chickens say hi.

They've been eating the cherry tomatoes, which is a good thing because we have a few too  many.  They seem to like the ones that have split open and attracted bugs, which is also a good thing because we don't.