Usually after the rain, I found so many different mushrooms growing around the yard, and I love the chance to get down on my knees to photograph them. They were fascinating to see.
The patterns, shapes and colors are all different upon a closer look! They often lasted for a few days and then gone without a trace. People refer to them as fungi but I like the sound of mushroom better.
Winter is on its way and no longer can I see these beauties in the yard! They are the perfect little top-hats of summer.
With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow - I have still joy in the midst of these things. Riches and honors acquired by unrighteousness are to me as a floating cloud.~~~Confucius~~~