Weathering the Storm

The wind howled around us, tearing through the woods with an intensity that felt almost personal, each gust an assault. Wally and I trudged along the trail, braving a barrage of fir cones and branches as the trees seemed intent on shaking off anything they could, throwing down warnings of splintered limbs and debris. IContinue reading “Weathering the Storm”

A Wish for a Mycelial Society

Like lace spun from whispers of the forest floor, tiny fairy parasols sway in the slight breeze, and capture the faintest hint of sunlight as the day breaks into the woods. Their stems are thread-thin, barely holding up their tiny translucent caps, forcing them to nod in unison as if to say, “Yes, yes, yes.”Continue reading “A Wish for a Mycelial Society”

Fungal Tenacity

An autumnal carpet of fallen leaves in layers of bronze and copper stretches out before us as Wally and I walk the familiar Dog Woods. The ground, softened by recent rain, makes each step a slosh of slippery uncertainty; I shorten my stride, slow my steps.  The scent of wet earth saturates the atmosphere, minglingContinue reading “Fungal Tenacity”