Walking today, something caught Jilda's attention. She'd forgotten her phone, so she called me back to have a look at a Mushroom that looked like a rose.

I know the color is wrong, and it looks like some slugs may have had their way with the shroom, but still.

It wasn't there yesterday, but we got a downpour at dusk yesterday. Mushrooms love the rain and the humidity when it's hotter than a steam room. They thrive. If it keeps raining, this mushroom rose could be as big as a volleyball in a few days.

Tomorrow is another rare free day. I'm thinking about checking the beehives to see if there is any honey to harvest. That should be fun.

Have a great weekend.