📸 Macrophotography 🍄 Fresh snow mushrooms
Greetings, friends
“Your works are wonderful, Lord!” I often see miracles in nature, but the most important thing is to look more closely at these natural wonders. Last Sunday, while walking my dog, I saw these mushrooms under the snow. A year ago, someone cut down a tree near the path, leaving a tall stump, a very tall stump, about 1 meter high. A strange way to remove a tree. But what I wanted to say was that a week ago, I walked along this same path to look for mushrooms. I simply couldn't walk past this stump and not see these mushrooms. So, these mushrooms weren't there before and grew later?
It's the last ten days of November on the calendar. On days like these, temperatures in our region often drop below -20 degrees. This is another wonderful miracle! And I am happy about it.
Mushrooms are growing, mosquitoes are flying. In my younger years, a friend of mine liked to joke about skiing. He would say, “I'm going skiing to pick mushrooms.” And now it's no longer a joke, but reality.
*Friends, thank you for visiting me.
thanks 🙏🙏🙏