July has been wet, hot and muggy in the Northwoods.
Which is perfect weather for wild mushrooms to start sprouting up everywhere in our yard.
Big ones, small ones, fat ones…. well, you get the idea.
Considering that we do not own a dog any longer, and we do not have little
ankle-biters kids running around, I find it quite odd when I walk out of the house and see dozens of mushrooms tipped over, smashed or ripped apart.
Oh, well, that would explain it then.