OK, I'll confess. I don't have the heart or the perseverance of a true gardener. I am sure this is in part due to the prevalence of deer and other two and four-legged critters who have historically loved to nibble on everything that I've planted outdoors. However, I do love to wander through woodlands, examining the vegetation, and I never cease to marvel gleefully at the intensity with which nature sends forth an abundance of vegetation to celebrate the arrival of spring.
Hence, it was that recently I was meandering among the flowering currants, Oregon grape and towering trees in a wooded landscape near Brightwood, Oregon, when suddenly I encountered my first-of-the-year mushrooms, those endearing signs of the affirmation with which nature celebrates the arrival of yet another springtime.
Never mind that the nighttime temperatures have been hovering in the low 30's, nor that the measurable rain has been in the inches, these mushrooms would not be foiled in their attempt to break through the duff and debris that littered the forest floor. They were determined to herald the emergence of spring in their own way.
Early spring fungi (Sarcosoma) cluster together,
rejoicing as the harshness of winter departs.