It rains for two days; on the third day,a fine mist in the humid air. Dampnessin your bones. All over the yard, clumps of ringless honey mushrooms, colonies thriving on decayed matter. They are just the outer fringe; they are almost unkillable. A scient… | By Luisa A. Igloria on September 19, 2024 | It rains for two days; on the third day, a fine mist in the humid air. Dampness
in your bones. All over the yard, clumps of ringless honey mushrooms,
colonies thriving on decayed matter. They are just the outer fringe; they
are almost unkillable. A scientist described them as a humming
laboratory, a hive mind working on a structure that will survive into
the future. Even the stump of a giant oak that used to tower in the grass
is giving up its defenses—plate after plate of dry, loosened bark.
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