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!