The Pee Gee Hydrangeas are blooming. The air is heavy with their perfume.
Mushrooms are popping up everywhere. They cover the forest floor, they hide under the ferns.
Thoughts of venturing deeper into the forest to hunt for them, cross my mind. I think better of it. The bears and ticks have been around. I stay on the path.
A different view point makes me think of Alice.
It is September. The acorns begin to fall. The shadows are changing.
The color has started. The crickets chirp.
And the Monarchs begin to migrate.