Okay… this was just too cool. I laughed.
Despite the perfect St. Augustine grass and complete lack of species diversity, there was no stopping these guys from showing up all around a few oaks at the edge of this gas station parking lot in Ft. Pierce.
I’m very proud of my young foragers. Here’s a close-up of one of these beautiful boletes:
They almost look like bread rolls rising from the soil, pushing through strands of grass and reaching for the sunlight:
I love how mushrooms manage to pop up in the most absurd places.
I wonder if fairies sit on these mushrooms on moonlit nights?