It has been raining so much today, yesterday, the day before, and so on, that when I walked on my nature path it smelled like a gym. On one log of an ancient tree, yellow tiny, gilled mushrooms grew. Further along a tiny white gilled mushrooms stood. The underside looked like a scalloped flower with 20 or more petals. The sound of the wood thrush surrounded me along with the wheep sound of the great created fly catcher.
Raccoon scat lay at the end of my driveway.
Tonight during this lightening storm, a barred owl called out. How surprising.