So I stepped out for an all too short walk this afternoon, and what do I espy in the mulch but some sneaking little mushmoons pushing their heads out just in time for this weekend's frost.
Someone's foot already beat me to this one.
And a few were quite gnarly, much like me, in this brutal winder-coming season.
And then a surprising color, a seashell wannabe, lurking by the edge of a holly.
Then the phone rang.