I work very hard to be a good vine parent.

I plant them in good soil.  I put them in the proper amount of light.

I feed them. I water them. I support them.

I guide their growth.

But I cannot grow for them.

The reason I love vines is their optimism.

They reach up and out and grow with faith.

I envy that.

But sometimes they take a wrong turn.

They grow in the wrong direction.  Somewhere the sun can’t find them.

I try to guide them back.  But sometimes it can’t be done. They are too high, too far gone.

This creeping fig has grown around and around under this stoneshroom cap.

At first it was cute. I let things progress.

But now it is too late to change its path.

It is clinging to it and will have to be ripped off to get out unless…

I remove the cap and let it cling to this old wrong turn as it reaches up unhindered.

My daughter is a vine.

God bless us both.

MAMA FLOW

 

Mushrooms are the flowers of the Fungi kingdom.

I think they are beautiful.

I had to rush outside with my camera this afternoon and get these photos

before mean Mr. Flower mowed them down.

No worries, they will be back.

The part above ground is for reproduction, just like the flowers of plants.

I expect to see another lovely crop after the next good rain.

Some mushrooms like this oak conk do not look like mushrooms. This looks bread.

Most of these mushrooms have gills

and stalks with a club foot.

Some of them have pores under their caps instead of gills.

Like this blob-shaped, one with a yellow stalk.

Its cross-section has different layers.

These tiny groups look like bird’s nests. Rain washes the spores out to spread.

These two look like potatoes.

This one is gray like a stone.

Some caps are like funnels instead of parasols.

I love to find little buttons just emerging from their veils.

I enjoy finding mounds of mushrooms, too.

The red-capped ones are my favorite.

I like mushrooms so much that I make my own out of concrete.

This lizard uses this one for his lookout post.

FLOWER loves Fungi