The grass was dotted with glistening drops of dew. The morning light was shining bright with no clouds in sight. It was warm enough on a brisk autumn day.
The fungus was amongus. The field where I was walking was polka-dotted with mushrooms, taking advantage of the “just right” conditions for spreading their spores about. The wind was doing its part, in carrying the spores about.
After this summer’s drought, it was a pleasant sight for dry eyes.
The dew and the ‘shrooms.