mr. happy stuff asked me on sunday night if i’d seen the mushrooms popping up in our increasingly soggy exterior stairwell (so. much. rain.). i thought it was very sweet of him to point them out to me just because he knew i would think they were delightfully cute. here’s a picture:
to give you some idea of scale, let’s see… these were maybe as tall as the top joint of my pinkie finger? the background is the woodgrain of the railroad-tie stairs. i love how the tops sort of look like translucent jellyfish.
