To be technical, this picture above contains funga, the term for fungi, as well as fauna, namely the base of the tree. That tree happens to be a hemlock, for which there is some damage at the base perhaps committed by unruly gnomes too eager to kick about when upset. Or is it incidental from a human’s weed whacker machine? We shall never know, but what we do know is some hot yellow witches’ butter clearly made a mark.
Also lovingly called “yellow brain”, this awesome fungus among us was used to ward off evil when burned, but others say it is a mark of bad magic when growing upon a home. Either way, it makes for a great story as do all the deep and dark secrets found within the folds of plants, tree bark included.
And if you see a hole, or rather, fall into one, who does it belong to? The ground or the air? And what lives in that deep grass or dirt? Who owns the branches after they fall from the tree?
Green spaces, dirt places, and everything between house untold happenings. Whole universes exist in a patch of moss. Cities are built upon cascades of ferns on the forest edge. Mutiny is possible after one poisons ivy crosses the line with another.
Yet the whole plant kingdom grows on without us.
Among the fairies and elves, perhaps there are dirt wars as opposed to turf wars? When a person’s soul moves on from this dimension, do they then become part of the vast flora-scape? points to ponder, for sure.
And what of the pear people? Look them up! Fascinating! Human, yet Earth.
Nature invites us in, and we most likely take it for granted when it’s all around, but having this wonderous space to share with growing things is a blessing. How often can you tell trees your story? Give it your woes, your grievances, and there is no judgment.
Wayward Elements honors that oath, from leaf to limb, flowers to fruit, mystery and magic flourish there, too. And how deeply thankful we are.
