
What a difference a day makes, when you’re a mushroom.

An inquisitive old fart with a camera

What a difference a day makes, when you’re a mushroom.


Nice try, but your fence isn’t going to stop the mushrooms’ advance on your house!

The spiky plants (no idea what they’re called) in our front yard are blooming. The tree in the background is a palo boracho, which has thorns. All this in autumn.
[UPDATE: It’s a yucca. Thanks, Syd!]

Same plant: leaves with 7, 8, and 9 ribs.

A happy little family in a cow pie.

Friends got their palm trees trimmed. I’d never seen an unopened palm frond up close. Very solid, and probably weighs 20-30 kg. I conclude that having a palm frond fall on you would be a very unpleasant experience, at best.


I posted a picture of the first cactus flowers in December 2020. Now others are getting in on the act. I guess this will be an annual thing from now on?

Two days ago, on the dog walk, Syd stomped this plant flat to the ground. Because he knew what would happen.
And it did.
