It’s been damp.  It’s been humid.  It’s been warm.  It’s been sunny in the afternoons.  I would guess it’s been perfect right there for making mushrooms.  There were a few dozen of them sprinkled over a patch of lawn.  Aren’t they other-worldly?

There’s the conical one, and the bicycle seat, and the umbrellas, and, dare I say, the two with nipples.  Weird.  Don’t have to go to another planet for a dose of strange!