The long winter is over, the snow has melted almost all.
I, inspired by walks, look into all the surrounding yards in search of mushrooms.
I am looking for old stumps, for sure they are a suitable place for mushrooms.
In fact, this is still the only living thing from under the snow, not counting the rare blades of grass.
Six months of a snowy plain and suddenly you see that someone was not discouraged, but hibernated under a snowdrift and survived these severe frosts.
Mushrooms look like false mushrooms, they are unlikely to be edible.
It doesn't matter now. They are like the first flowers today.
You are glad to them, no matter what.
And some mushrooms are almost indistinguishable from the stump on which they live.
Apparently the old mushroom is a tinder fungus
Желаю удачи всем любителям таких прогулок.
The mushroom hunt continues!