Mushmoons. There, I said it. Linked it too. It's a quick blog for something that intrigues me as I walk through this world with my head down. Yeah, I picked up that habit in the fields with a hoe where missing one weed meant sure discipline and follow-up pain and screaming.
Something about mushmoons,takes my attention, and yes, I do know the preferred spelling, but I'm working on another project where Serendipity has required that I create a new word. They live every so briefly in death. Usually deadly. Occasionally tasty. Generally, too expensive to be on my grocery list. They pop up unexpected, live, bloom, and leave, often without leaving a trace beyond the next generation.