Mushrooms

 I think it's a bit late in the year for harvesting mushrooms but the crop I found about 20 steps from my front door aren't the sort you'd eat and is more of an outcrop than a crop I think.  They really took me by surprise and I've walked around under all the trees in my backyard and there are no others.  Just this lot growing on a decaying tree stump.

I call this my backyard but it is really a common area of our village.  Just closer to my unit than anyone else's.  No-one else ever comes near it, I feel it is totally mine.  And I love it.  I have a stroll around it nearly every day.  Love listening to the birds that visit, particularly the bush pigeons who feast on the berries that the tarairi drop at this time of year.  The ground is covered in them, it's like walking on a squishy carpet,

It was a cold morning with lovely soft light which I thought would be good for capturing the silvery tree trunks of the young tarairi and the little stand of three ferns.   

A little splash of colour caught my eye and it was when I went to investigate, that I spotted the mushrooms. I almost forgot to photograph the clivia which is thriving on the edge of the stand of native trees.