With nary a TRACE of good sense, oblivious to danger, my head full of QUIPS, bon mots, and daydreams,I wander down the trail, in the thick HUMID day, searching for FUNGI and signs of the fairies and gnomes of the woods.

Georg’ann

Next to an opening at the base of a beech tree, I saw a SHAPE. It was not a MOUND, it were a brown BUNNY standing upright, wearing an elegant creamy brown & grey TUNIC, and looking rather like a massive FUNGI itself.

Heather