How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! ~Emily Dickinson, letter to Mrs. J.S. Cooper, 1880
My favorite quote this week fits perfectly with a little surprise I found this morning, or should I say surprises. Nature did not knock, she simply placed tiny, buttercup yellow mushrooms at the foot of Persistence, my Ficus benjamina plant. Walking past my beautiful tree friend, I noticed sunlight reflecting off the bright dots peppering the soil’s surface. Once I leaned closer, I could see the itsy-bitsy mushrooms – probably a hundred or more.
I walk past Ms. Persistence several times per day, sometimes stopping to touch her foliage and speak softly to her, yet today is the first time I noticed this miracle of life unfolding under her canopy. While I was sleeping, a fungal colony of mycelia has been developing quietly, right here in my bedroom.
Nature did not intrude into my space – she wasn’t up in my face – she simply said, “Uh-hum, over here. You might want to see this.”