This evening I went to Chipotle for dinner and on the way in I admired the roses planted at the entrance. Actually, I was admiring the rose hips, not the flowers, but then I’m a strange girl. I was thinking about how pretty the remnants of the sepals were without the flower there. They were opened into a perfect star shape and I thought they might be nice for preserving and using in an art project. On the way out I stopped by for a closer look and picked a few. Underneath the rosebush was a treasure hiding – a perfect little stand of mushrooms. It’s been so long since I’ve seen a mushroom! These were in their prime and snowy white – they were a lovely surprise. And I would have missed them completely if I hadn’t stopped to examine the roses. So, moral (or perhaps morrel? Ha!) of the day – you should always take time to stop and smell the roses, because you never know when a mushroom might turn up!
Blessings to you,