I looked out my kitchen window recently and saw this:
Aaaahhhgghh!! Yiccchhh. Mushrooms. Zillions of them overnight. Gross. Its like my lawn has a rash. I hate HATE rashes. This is why my son seems to be developing eczema. Yucky.
I ignored the mushrooms for several days. I was reminded of my youth: when we lived on the farm, I remember a ritual of my mother's: we would fly out the back door to play in the yard, Mom would follow us and patiently pace up and down the lawn stomping to nothing any mushrooms she saw. Lest we put them in our mouths, you see. I see her now, head down, strolling, pausing, stomping, strolling.
Eventually, I decided I should ignore the itchies and just go out there and look at them. With much trepidation, I forced myself to look at them. Eventually I realized something very important. Hello. The faeries use the mushrooms as shelter from the rain! Yay!
Here you have my up close examination of the faerie bus shelters:
This one is nice. At a distance from the others, you really have to make a run for it. Tho, I imagine faeries scamper. Or flit. At this age, I don't do these things unless champagne is involved.
These are more like A-frame shelters. The Swiss chalet look in faerie bus stops. Several clustered together, this is a civic gathering place!
Here's another shot of the pointy huts. Imagine you're the faerie and the grass is your obstacle. Its a lot of work flitting around. One must stop and chat and sip faerie champagne frequently.
Finally, the Mall-of-America of faerie bus stops. Here you are, the faerie, looking up the hill at this metropolis. Soon you'll be there, resting your wee slippers on a wee seat, laughing and twirling your sparkly faerie hair, throwing magic dust at unsuspecting passers-by.
Oh no!! In the distance, its the massive Yard Monster!! He seems occupied with a poor ladybug or perhaps a spider. Hurry and hide, before he startles and notices us!
Anyway, last week we had our first freeze and the big snowstorm. Now all the mushrooms look limp and useless. They're sort of back to being gross blobs on my lawn. I continue to ignore them.
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