I wander the yard more carefully after nearly colliding with a garden groundhog who seems to brag in my face that he’s fattened himself on my berries and basil. I gingerly step around a spotted frog the size of my palm. It’s a day after a heavy rain, so I notice the mushrooms and fungi, in particular the beautiful cluster of what I learn goes by the name Bracket Fungi. Who knew? And who knew their bodies were called “conks?”
Oh, what a wonderful, strange world.
