Amazed at fungi which just appear overnight providing Autumn feasts for unknown party-goers. No idea what they are!

In her poem “Mushrooms” Sylvia Plath  describes the mystery of their arrival –

“Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,”

Fungi are out of my league – but I enjoy them popping up indiscriminately, all over the garden…. But I’m not about to eat them!