When the monsoon trough made a brief appearance at Christmas, the fungi soon followed. Fallen timber sprouted slabs and plates, shelves and brackets, and parasols of little mushrooms. All of them were photogenic. And all of them were less than 20 cm from the forest floor or, as I like to think of it, that damp, decaying carpet of leaves all set about with leeches, scrub itch and ticks.
|Frilly gills all in a row|