I think it was Megan who, several weeks ago, said that my photos of the yard remind her of some magical wonderland (I’m paraphrasing, unless that’s her direct quote). Which is so funny to me because I totally shoot macros of blooms for that specific effect (and to pretend like the areas of the yard that are flower-free don’t exist). But then today I was out transferring some snapdragons to the front bed and I saw something glinting in the sunlight. I figured it was debris from the road — all kinds of weird shit pops up in that bed thanks to its pavement proximity — so I sort of poked at it. It gave way and I realized it was soft and not plastic or metal. And then I realized, holy hell, there is a gold mushroom in my yard.
I’ve been doing some Googling to see if I can find a picture of another mushroom like it, but I’m not coming up with anything. The fine folks on Twitter seem to agree that if I eat it, I will grow tall and potentially spit fireballs. So, sigh, I will not be eating it (I don’t care for mushrooms anyway), but I am going to let it sit and continue to grow, or whatever mushrooms do, because I’m convinced it has to be at least partly magical. I mean, it is the color of gold spraypaint. Wild.