The actual size of these toadstools is quite small, and the leaves, such as they are captured, only give part of the perspective required to tell how small they truly are. Taken from a semi-wooded stroll in a semi-secret park on our most recent trip to Maine, these were one of those privately-experienced moments that only feel true because I have this evidence of the moment having actually taken place. Without these pictures, I would doubt it ever even happened. Such is the state of my mind these days – difficult to tell what is real, what is imagined, what is a wish and what is reality.
The stuff of whimsy and folklore, where the real and the imagined intertwine, these toadstools may have offered a resting place for toads, but in all likelihood no such fantastical scene occurred. Only in our heads…
