Just beyond the brush, something shone in the sun. A puffball mushroom? Like a bleached skull in the dead leaves it was white and smoothly rounded. But this was the wrong season for puffballs. A giant egg? A raccoon thought so, dragged it out of the Woodcreek Condos dumpster and gave it some serious chewing. Disappointment – hollow inside as most plastic balls are.
That’s my version of the story anyway. So how do you classify something like this? Trash, alternative nature, on-it’s-way-to becoming something else, raccoons empty egg?
How about this one?
Long ago discarded booze bottle finds new life as excellent habitat for a tiny spleenwort fern.
And finally, the lost toy.