Green Mountain Gardener

In the woods behind our house, there is an old logging road which is quickly becoming carpeted with the colors of fall. The trees are dressed in rich reds, browns, oranges, and yellows. On my way to work, I drive by what must be the cutest farm on the planet. Behind it, you can see miles and miles of colorful trees covering the rolling hills – it is truly breathtaking and makes one feel happy to be alive.
Walking along the old logging road, there are all kinds of interesting mushrooms, as well as a tree or two I thought worthy of a photo. One tree is growing on top of a rock, and the other looks as though it might start walking with me at any moment.
In my garden, there were a few little patches of orange peel mushrooms, which I initially left in place because I was intrigued by their bright orange color. Now, they seem to be taking over the place, so I guess it’s time to get out the shovel and start digging them up. Apparently, you can eat them, but I think I’ll pass.