A Date With Mushrooms

I had an appointment with Mr. and Mrs. Mushrooms at Cerok Tokun. There were a few days of heavy rains recently, that’s why the appointment was made, and we were to meet each other in a cool and humid Saturday morning. The problem was: We had not fixed the venue. The good thing was: I should be very excited to see each of them at any time and at any place. It must be full of surprises.

"A good soaking rain can bring on countless growth spurts at any time", this was what I had thought. It turned out to be in the other way. I met only a few lonely mushrooms, the rest should be still trying hard to break the ground or the rotten woods.

I might be too early for the date.

But would be late at the same time to meet some of them.

How did they pick their home? This tiny one had the luxury to have a big piece of green carpet at home. A piece of green carpet to welcome a adventurer by a lonely mushroom. It had waited for me for the whole morning.

This one was looking for my presence at the tip of the dead wood. If this was true, it could only see my hairy leg, and recognised me in such a way. This made the date a little more fun, otherwise, it was a very quiet morning without much talking.

I was less talkative since there were so few of them.