I love the way the creek glows at dawn on a sunny day. If there's wind, it drops at dawn and dusk so the creek can reflect the light. A brown headed nuthatch was up early and a chickadee waited rather than argue. The sky was blue again but a little more hazy. Dogwood leaves took on a bronze hue. Southern purple mint moths were ubiquitous and I walked into a swarm of mosquitoes, the most I've seen all summer. My skin no longer reacts to their bites as much as when I was young, but they were in my face and everywhere.
The Berkley polypore shrank, perhaps from water loss, and turned rust and gray. I found a few very small mushrooms like orange beads in the grass. When I picked one, it was just as orange underneath. It had gills that were well separated, surprisingly thick, and attached to the stalk, no veil ring but maybe a hint of a cup at the base. My best guess is
orange bonnet,
Mycena acicula.
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