The Wombat Forest called us recently, so we dropped our human-centricity and went bush. We walked out from home,
crossed the Wombat Creek,
and came across these little Green skin-heads (Cortinarius austrovenetus).
A little further on we came across the ghost fungus (Omphalotus nidiformis), a mushroom that illuminates the forest at night when we diurnal mammals sleep. For ring-tailed possums, high up in a eucalypt or protected from powerful owls in a newcomer hawthorn tree, they cast a magical light show.
Earthballs (Scleroderma sp.), a type of puffball, were out in great numbers.
None of the day's autonomous finds was edible, so we stuck with spelt stick damper (Zeph's specialty) and gum leaf tea for lunch.
The bush and knowing our small place in it — the joy of insignificance —
restored our housebound senses.