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You’re walking through the woods on a crisp, late October afternoon, smelling the sharp scent of decaying leaves and listening to the dry rustle of beech leaves in the breeze. You decide to take a break, sit on an old stump, munch an apple and observe this amazing world…but, what is that reaching up next ...
I had learned about these in the days of yore.
Was doing gardening and found a small specimen growing at the base of my tree.
Apparently they LOVE rotting wood…whelp
I had learned about these in the days of yore. Was doing gardening and found a small specimen growing at the base of my tree. Apparently they LOVE rotting wood…whelp