I braved the mosquitoes yesterday morning to venture back behind the canebrake. Down in this part of the woods, there is always something interesting. Yesterday morning, it was what was beneath my feet as I padded along the soggy pathway. With the copious rainfall of late, the ground was literally covered with mushrooms and other fungi. All were brilliantly colored but so tiny that you could not see them from a distance of about forty feet. Also, dotted here and there were tiny flowers that I have yet to identify. Had the biting critters not been so vicious, I would have loved to linger there longer just photographing this "Land of Miniature".
Perhaps, after dousing myself with mosquito repellent, I will venture to the back of the property once again and find more treasures on the "forest floor". The nigh on constant rains have kept me, more or less, housebound and I feel as if I am missing out on so much. I was not made to be kept inside. I need to roam the swamps to clear the mind and salve the soul. A free spirit was never meant to be trapped within four walls. I have to breathe.
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