A lone verdigris mushroom growing in the middle of a front lawn, back before the first of this winter’s frosts. It must have emerged the previous night – the cap had not yet flattened out. because it was so fresh, the colour had not yet had a chance to fade or be washed away.
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More than four and twenty
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Dark honey fungus on a stump
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Tracks in the ice, West Park lake
West Park lake lightly frozen (and half of the surface still open water). On the ice, a cereies of furrows where the ice has been parted then refrozen. Some of these furrows were straight, others meandered slightly.
The straight furrows where birds had landed, possibly not even realising the very thin film of ice was there. Meandering lines where one had swum, ploughing through the icy film.
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