Isn’t it beautiful? The colours were so vivid and it seemed so delicate. I was sad to realise that at the end of the day, it had shrivelled and disintegrated into a pulpy mess, covered in ants and flies.
Now that I have finally got around to finding out what it was, I know that what it did was exactly what it should have done.
This particular fungus gives off a dead, rotting meat smell (I didn’t notice an odour but then, I didn’t exactly go sticking my nose in it either) which attracts flies and ants, which then feed on it and do their part to deliver the spores to other parts of the garden.
Apparently they are also potentially poisonous if ingested and some animals have died as a result of eating them.
But I can’t get past how beautiful it was. Popping up in the midst of all the brown leaves and dirt sat this amazing, vibrant creature. As beautiful for it’s strangeness as anything else.
It was a reminder that ‘all that glitters is not gold”.
How easy it still is, at the age of 40, to be fooled by someone’s or something’s outward appearance.
To be taken in by beauty only to discover too late the foul stench of decay.