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I got lost in New York
Apr. 17th, 2010 08:06 pmI got lost in New York. Only a little lost though, driving back from Mt. Kisco to South Salem. I found my way rather well, considering; I never had to backtrack, which--in my world--means that you weren't lost at all, you just took the scenic route.
Along the way, I found a little wilderness called Carolin's Grove. And it had some magnificent pine trees, along with magnificent pine cones.
( Tree digression. )
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sunnydecho might want a giant pinecone. So I picked one up. And thought, "How odd, the thing has sprouted!"
But then I looked closer and realized the thing was a tiny mushroom!
The very next cone I flipped over had even more and bigger mushrooms growing out of it, which you can see if you click through on any of the pictures above.
Then I flipped thirty more cones and found no more tiny mushroooms. It was totally luck of the draw that I found the special ones right off the bat. I put them both back where I found them, and took one of the more boring cones home to Sunny.
Now, if I wereasakiyume, I would write you a clever and moving origin story of these tiny mushrooms. But since I am not, I will go work on my book.
Along the way, I found a little wilderness called Carolin's Grove. And it had some magnificent pine trees, along with magnificent pine cones.
( Tree digression. )
I thought
sunnydecho might want a giant pinecone. So I picked one up. And thought, "How odd, the thing has sprouted!" But then I looked closer and realized the thing was a tiny mushroom!
The very next cone I flipped over had even more and bigger mushrooms growing out of it, which you can see if you click through on any of the pictures above.
Then I flipped thirty more cones and found no more tiny mushroooms. It was totally luck of the draw that I found the special ones right off the bat. I put them both back where I found them, and took one of the more boring cones home to Sunny.
Now, if I were
asakiyume, I would write you a clever and moving origin story of these tiny mushrooms. But since I am not, I will go work on my book.
