We were also served up an inimitable treasure, which I discovered Saturday morning on the back porch.
What? You don't see the treasure? It's no wonder you guys haven't collected 167 pennies in the last 18 months!
There is Mother Nature's masterpiece. Dead center in the first photo.
I have no idea what's going on here. We've never grown a fungus on the porch, much less overnight. The previous evening, I had tossed the juice from a jar of dill pickles there, and also the brine from a jar of green olives. I usually dump them over the porch rail, but it was raining, by cracky, and I didn't want to melt, seeing as how my sweetness level is out of control.
Surely those fluids had nothing to do with the sprouting of the fungi. The deluge would have washed it all away in minutes. I suppose the conditions in the dirt in the cracks of the porch boards were just right.
Looks like it might be time for Hick (or his minion HOS) to replace some porch boards.
The bright color on such a drab day caught my eye, and made me wax poetic. Actually, it made me was plagiaretic.
She sprouts in beauty, in the night
In rainy times, and starless skies
And all that's best of dark, no light
Meet in her whorls, I realize
Thus risen with no eyes in sight
To party on like all fungis
HEY! Looks like it's called Dacryopinax spathularia.
And it's EDIBLE! Other links showed that it's sometimes used in a dish called Buddha's Delight. Well. It might have delighted Buddha, but to me, it's a nightmare!
That's not happenin'. I'm not even going to touch it.