I’m not at all happy with the trees right now. I’m not sure which trees are having sex, but some of them are, and they seem to be particularly frisky this year. I can tell because my asthma is acting up something fierce. Do you know how fun it’s not to be up for almost 48 hours straight because the medication that helps you breathe also amps you up like meth? Not fun at all.
But I shall have my revenge. Oh, yes. Someday, these trees will fall prey to lovely fungi, which will reduce them to a sad pile of mulch.
Some of that fungi will be rather pretty, too.
Okay, granted, it does look like the sun sneezed on that log. But it’s still artistic.
We don’t get so much of this in Arizona, so moving here and finding all sorts of fascinating fungi has made my hiking life considerably more interesting. And it’s not like my asthma liked pine tree porn any more than it does the XXX symphony up here. So I’ll accept the week or two of gasping like a fish in exchange for wonderful organisms. Even when those organisms are orgasming.
You know what else makes me happy? The fact we don’t stop at “Look at this wonderful thing God created.” No, we like to know things about it. We investigate down to its component atoms and trace its evolutionary history, which is a thing I can do once one of you more versed in the fundamentals of fungi than I am tells me what it is. You know that some person has made it their life’s work to understand the things growing all over dead wood.
Right. I just sniggered whilst typing wood. I think it’s time to stop talking about naughty nature for the nonce.