My dear wife Karen told me I had to go take a photo of something out in the corner of our backyard here in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville.
I grabbed my iPad Pro and out the back door through the slight mid-October drizzle I went.
Did a neighbor kid send something over the fence?
Did a squirrel drop a bagel set out by a compassionate soul?
Nope. We have the biggest wild mushroom I’ve seen on my property growing out there in the corner. So far our cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle has followed my culinary tastes and shown no interest in chowing down on the fungus among us.