As I girl I dreamed of becoming a writer, and I made up stories and fairytales all the time. One of my favorites was of the Fungus People living in the woods.
I worked out in the garden yesterday afternoon. Autumn is on it's way, and it is full time to clean up old leaves and pine needles. The air is very moist this autumn, and with this comes the growth of a wide variation of fungus. They have always fascinated me, the way they grow, their colours and shapes and how they are a perfect hiding place for the Fungus People.
The fungus on the photo were found behind our garage, and it was not difficult to see that it was the enchanted forrest of my childhood Fungus People. I watched for a long time, hoping to get a glimpse of them. I always saw a shadow or a back hiding behind a straw when I was a girl, I even spoke with a young Fungus boy once. I believe I saw something yesterday as well. Or was it only the shadow of a spider, his cobweb dancing in the wind? No, it was a tiny little Fungus girl. I am sure it was. and if you look close you can see her beautiful little hand waving from behind a stem.
