poisonmushroom

Lately it rained so much that our backyard had the new addition of shallow ponds and moss patches. What wonderful landscape elements, even though we did not necessarily wanted them at all. Then gradually at the far corner of the little back yard, strange blossoms began appearing near the chopped-off stump of the now-gone willow tree that probably absorbed all the water before it's fateful death, ordered by the evil queen of this pathetic breeze-ridden castle. Soon, little brown stems also appeared in the middle of the lawn. One more, two more, and the wicked finger-like sticks blossomed into wicked poisonous mushrooms. But now they're gone, decapitated by the frequently visiting lawn manicurist. Only its cousins, the evil tree stump fungi survived, but their glorious days are over, all they can do now is wither away into itself.