Friday, 5th of May, 2023 [64]
It’s been quite a while since I last posted in this lovely #FungiFriday community. I really want to, as this is the first community on Hive that I felt at home. It’s just that the nearby forest doesn’t want to share its fungi with me at this time of the year 😂
Still, today I went looking. Mushrooms or not, the forest always opens its door for me, welcoming me as if I didn’t neglect visiting it for weeks again. It’s always here, waiting patienty and never in a rush.
The trees are getting more green again, and tiny flowers are popping up, reaching for those still rare sunrays.
Forest floor is also covered with bluebells.
Maybe not masses of them as I see in some people’s pictures on fb, but there are still plenty to go around.
And finally some mushrooms…
I walked for 2 hours before I circled to the place I was in winter, where I found those very same frozen mushrooms as I present to you today. Even in frosty conditions they looked better than they do now.
They still hang on to that same tree they grew out of months ago.
Their resilence is really something worth admiring. So many frosty night, tons of rain and wind and they’re still here.
Falling apart, getting ugly, discoloured and ignored by most people walking past them.
Still they hang in there. Some are still even green. I guessed they’re programmed to play their part in this weird world and they just do their job.
Sometimes I wish I was a mushroom… or a tree… or a bee.
Or anything else that is not a human for that matter.
Something that lives their live, programmed to play a part and then leave without feeling some kind of way.
Something that does’t need to listen to their own thoughts, just be.
Something that doesn’t ever worry about how to pay for their little corner on Earth. Their work and way of payment is set from the day they’re born and they never have to ponder whether what they’re doing is right or wrong, whether they’re enough.
Tree can only be a tree. Its life is destined to grow from a tiny seed, grow beautiful roots and use them to sustain its growth as well as connect with other trees and mesmerising world of fungi and other plants. It holds the ground together.
And when the time comes, it doesn’t have to worry how to pay for its own funeral or how it will look after itself when health is no longer serving it.
It falls on the ground or get cut and then still continues to serve it’s purpose. It becomes home for beautiful mosses and mushrooms. It plays the same role all along. The one it was destined to play from the start.
And humans? We pride ourselves in having brain that unables us to make choices and decisions and then cry when the decisions turn out to be stupid.
Take me as a bad example of making bad decisions. I put my wellies to go to the forest, yet when I reach the tough patch I’ll stand there and calculate the route of least damage, to keep them nice and clean.
I take a step and… you guessed it. I end up in the thickest and deepest mud that looked like a walk in the park from the distance.
I barely managed to get my leg out of this mess and look at me now. All dirty, muddy and thinking how stupid I was to make this decision.
Being a plant is what I would much prefer. Do they ever regret the bad decisions that made them stuck in the mud?
I highly doubt it. They have none to make. They live their short lives with no regret. Looking pretty, withstanding all the elements and pests that might make a meal out of them.
Eveb if they don’t like if they’re eaten, they have no choice but to continue living out their live and serving their purpose.
Violets are one of the perfect example of the purpose. They grow to make me happy by looking at them. To bring back all the nice childhood memories I have of them from back in a day in Poland.
The only thing is that they don’t smell as those I remember from Poland. Hence why I even stopped trying to sniff them. Their sweet scent is still very much #alive in my memory.
There were many more pretty things to capture in the forest, but I’ll leave a few of those captures for my tomorrow’s actifit report on my alt account.
I know, I’m not posting here as often as I would like, but my actifit reports at least have become an almost daily habit. Some days they’re happy and full of life and gartitude, other days just winging about life. So if I’m not here for a while, you can always catch up with me on my alt - 
That said, I’ll end it here. I have a few dances to catch at my local salsa club.
Until next time 💙
