Saturday morning these little mushrooms appeared.
Delicate, silver-gray on thin stems.
They disappeared only hours later.
It makes me wonder what happens in the garden when I'm not there?
How many times have hummingbirds visited?
When does the toad come out from
under the hosta leaves?
Are the goldfinches
feeding on the salvia seeds right now?
This place at this time.
It is fleeting.