Water fell from the sky, and there was no thunder. Amazing. As a result, these appeared in my neighbors’ lawn.
Someone who knows mushrooms told me these might be edible, but I don’t do much cooking these days. And anyway, “there are old mushroom hunters, and there are bold mushroom hunters, but there are no old, bold mushroom hunters.” I think these are in the genus Lepiota but I’m content just to gawk at them.
In fact my earliest memory has to do with mushrooms; I vividly remember everyone, including the doctor, standing over my crib looking down at me after I ate a poisonous mushroom. (Doctors still made house calls, and Eisenhower had just moved into the White House.) I guess I survived, and that was no doubt the beginning of my interest in plants.