I couldn't imagine after the stunning ephemerals of June, including the pink lady's slipper, what would start to catch my eye in July, but here they are.
Welcome to the wild world of mushrooms.
It is the first time since I was a child that I have walked the July woods with regularity. I don't recall seeing many mushrooms as a child, probably because my father instilled in all of us the healthy fear to never eat a wild mushroom, and instead implored us to 'leave them be.' We dutifully listened because he was very clear that one wrong mushroom and you would die a painful death. That just sounded awful. I know my limits, and I embrace them.