Mushroom Hunting

It was always on those mornings when I had just enough time to scour the freshly cut, dew laden lawn for those tiny mushrooms that dared to grow, that I knew the day would be a decent one.  "Hey!", my sister would threaten, "what are you doing?! Don't do it..." With a knowing, mischievous chuckle I would kick one of my finds down.  Sometimes the cap would stick to my shoe along with grass blades.  But it was the ones that went flying clear across the lawn that made me laugh triumphantly.  The other morning I found a few scattered about after having not seen them for some while.  One down.  Then another.  However, my usual joyful glee - at having destroyed the imaginary fairies resting atop their mushroom capped stools - turned pensive.

War With the Mushrooms

The mushrooms became fearful of me some time in the past.

The fairies cowered at the sight of my foot, as carnage approached their homes (although H1, there's no such things as fairies!).

A favourite pastime of mine is waking early in the morning, walking out into the yard and causing devastation to the little off-white monstrosities that dot our lawn in October.

It's one more reason to love Fall.

This summer I got a little lucky.

The white caps poked out from the grass and I began my rampage.

Every morning for about 3 weeks, I have been having a kicking fest in the yard.

I have also passed the tradition down to BooHead, so that he too may find great joy in the simple things.

Then I got word that the mushrooms have decided to fight back.

With hardly a mushroom in sight for the past few days, I became disheartened but today I found out that there's something brewing in a tree at the side of H1's house.

A giant something that's sprouting a mini-army, surely to challenge my authority.

It's high up where I cannot reach it but I know it's waiting to attack me somehow. Soon.







Currently listening to: "Don't Be Afraid" by Nobuo Uematsu, from the Final Fantasy VIII Original Soundtrack.