God’s grandeur and the fungus
Please forgive my whiny last post. Good grief!
Today the boys and I worked to clean up the front flower beds, and as I was digging, I discovered what I thought was a ball beneath our ferns. I scooted the white ball toward me and noticed it had a loose skin, so I thought it was an egg, but then I noticed it had two sort of roots. I shoved at it with the spade, and when I poked, it oozed a yellow fluid. I have just discovered an alien, I thought.
What better to do with an alien but to dissect it?! I spaded it in half, and Gorgeous, it was a layering of different creamy colors and textures – a fungus. The center cell was a marquise pearl. All was shiny. The top layer of skin uncloaked and turned purple before my eyes. Another inner layer was the green of mold, in fact, and looked the perfect consistency of a creamy powder-based eye-shadow. Oh, how I wanted to dip my fingers in
but rather, I bagged up all the yard trash and went in to search the internet about my alien, and I found NOTHING. I became so obsessed with the fungus that I dumped my whole bag of dead summer flowers and roots all out in the garage, and out it rolled, all covered in dirt.
Its draped coat was a deeper violet, it’s pearl had turned a hard foam, and the green had risen like yeast in bread, but nothing of that shining first bursting ooze remained. I had asked to enjoy the little things today, but I never expected to be occupied by such a grand and lowly thing.