We have a complicated relationship with fungus. We eat some kinds of it and bake or ferment with others, while other types are lethally poisonous. Even the name “fungus” sends my mind straight to gross and slimy. Fungi are an essential group of life forms — perhaps millions of species that keep nutrients flowing through entire ecosystems — and because of their work, they’ll always be connected to disease and death. Besides all of that, they can be too inconspicuous to notice. But they’re always there.
I drove down today to the old standby hiking area, Devil’s Den State Park, hoping to see if the rivers and waterfalls would be high and fast from the deluge that has soaked Arkansas, Oklahoma and Texas in recent weeks. The streams here were fairly strong, but a day or so without the constant rain had calmed them down. What caught my eye instead were dozens of mushrooms — sparks of color in the otherwise constant green, if you can find them.
Fungi are neither plant nor animal, though they’re closer to the latter. Some disturbing varieties get their energy from living things, but most absorb nutrition from leaf litter and whatever else settles to the forest floor. What you can see in these photos is the proverbial tip of the iceberg; a much bigger network of threads and tendrils lies in the log or dirt beneath, occasionally sending up the visible segments to release spores. This lattice can carry on for thousands of years in some cases, just doing its thing unbothered by the surface world.
Outside of the world of fungi, it was a good day for a hike, and I wasn’t the only one out there.
Thanks for looking!
It’s been a wet holiday weekend. We’ve gotten more than an inch of rain today, part of the almost foot of water that has fallen so far this month. The recent series of storms has swollen streams and rivers from Nebraska to Texas, including around here. Caught in the shower is this candy-apple green orchard orbweaver, suspended from a cluster of tiny droplets outside my front door.
I don’t think I’ve seen many green spiders before. I get squeamish around them, but I can’t deny they can be beautiful little things.
Just one photo for today. Tomorrow looks drier, good news for the Memorial Day event in the morning at Fayetteville’s National Cemetery. I’m hoping to make it there.
Thanks for looking,